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I have been working in a house which is set in one of the infamous
'Southern Parishes' and blaring from a ghetto blaster was Skyline FM.
That's cool, I thought. I've never heard it on the radio before and it
sounds just like it does on the computer. Although it lacked breast
feeding ads and Mr Gary.
But what is it I hear, Gary Jackson is sitting in for.....
Still no breast feeding ads but two and half hours of our hero DJ.
I contemplated going for a name check but lacked the email facility.
Could have phoned but Mr Gary wouldn't want to be bothered by little old
me. So I thought I'd text him with a request.
I sat in me van at lunchtime, pen poised ready to write the number down.
And he rabbited it off so fast that I missed it.
I had the van radio tuned to SFM and without a word of a lie, I listened
with perfect clarity till just about 100 yards from my house. So at least
i know now. If the interweb lets me down on a Friday evening, I can take
me transistor radio up the road and sit outside of the paper shop. And
listen to Gary Jackson.
Hope it's not raining. ;-)
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MTM.
"A drum, a drum; Mickbeth doth come."
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