You want to WHAT?!?!?

Ah. One of those things that make you go oooooops…..

I solved the problem of the phone not recording interviews or interview guests not turning up by not having any on the Lifeboat Party radio show I do this week. All of the people I’d asked either didn’t have projects ready that they wanted to talk about (and there are some really good local music things coming soon) or they suddenly found themselves really busy on Monday lunchtime.

I played the traditional Pink Floyd song Sheep for the local farming story, except it wasn’t really about farming even though it all happened near a farm.

The sheep was unavailable for comment.

I decided to ramp up the music a bit, hopefully getting rid of the allegations of the Lifeboat Party being the Slumber Party on Radio Snoozeshire. My rock advisor hasn’t talked to me for a week or so, so I played some of the stuff she’d talked to me about from memory, just after a story about the crinkle-crankle wall at Easton suddenly being 15 metres shorter after a car ran into it.

Closer

Nine Inch Nails. What could be more um, uplifting, yes? That should ramp up the energy a bit.

“Up next, Closer. Maybe they can use those Nine Inch Nails to fix the wall at Easton.”

Playout One slider up, Purple Microphone slider down. Lean back, breathe and look through the CDs I brought in while it plays.

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself

Well. I think that’s ok so far. The penetrate word might be a little bit strong for a cold November Monday lunchtime, but nothing OFCOM can really complain about. I’d forgotten the next line.

I want to **** *** like an animal. 

Um, that’s not actually sort of within the taste and decency guidelines, is it, for rural Suffolk? I mean, when somebody says the song is how they feel that’s one thing, but when you’re standing in your kitchen in Tingly Bavant wondering if you’ve got time to do oven chips for lunch it’s not really what you thought you were going to hear.

Still, it was sort of nice of someone to say that once. It would have been nicer if they didn’t feel that way about themselves.

 

 

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