Oct 04

Stuck between a Rock & a Grim Place

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

*sobs*

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)

So…Chris Moyles

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*

 

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  • dreamingofbeer

    My loss feels just as acute. I rediscovered Radio 1 in the summer after mornings of radio 2 and radio 4. My toe-dipping back into the world of pop music was largely caused by a trip to my cousin’s and watching my youngest wandering into the kitchen, hearing radio 1 and breaking out into an impromptu dance! So we moved to Radio 1, we dance in the kitchen, we listen to the charts and I drove to work with the wonderful Mr Moyles and his band of merry men. I am persevering with ‘Grimmy’ (oh the irony!) and the only saving grace at the moment is the music. I refuse to go back to Radio 2 after my newly discovered lease of life courtesy of Radio 1 so I will grin and bear it until I can take no more!