This post finds me floating aimlessly in a sea of awful radio
It’s no underestimation to tell you that I was a MASSIVE fan of the Chris Moyles show, I sobbed actual tears when his stint on Radio 1′s Breakfast Show ended – I cried when he announced it and I cried all week it was happening
I was in denial, heartbroken, bereft.
I went on holiday – and felt better
Came back and now – well now – its that Nick Grimshaw fella
Oh my, I’m trying I really am, but its just dire
I totally realise that I am so far from target market for Radio 1 that its just not funny, but seriously I’m feeling like I got an enforced retirement, put out to pasture with the other ‘olds’ packed off to Morecambe with a pack of Tena lady and some denture cream.
Of course, I ‘know’ my fate, its Radio 2, I can see its warm arms beckoning me, welcoming me in with Werthers Originals, Estee Lauder and M & S vouchers
BUT I CAN’T STAND IT
I actually LIKE chart music, actually LOVE Example, Rhianna and even a bit of Skrillex and yes I know how wrong that is
BUT I CAN’T HELP IT
So now I am resigned to mornings of surfing, going from local dire radio (2BR) to local ad ridden (Rock FM) radio to Old Man (Radio 2) to criminally bad Grimshaw (Radio 1)
Come back to me – we can be 24 together forever – I can’t bear my mornings without you
Even the children are heartbroken that its never going to be McFly day again, Friday morning’s school run is a shadow of its former self…
Its true you only know what you have when its gone, and with Mr Moyles gone my mornings are a sad and miserable place
*heads towards the picnic blanket and flask of sweet tea offered by Radio 2*