Because our radio show is on Thursday and not Friday, I took my copy of my weird diary that has a daily task in, and did tomorrow's task. Which is to do a random shout-out on radio to someone called Malcolm. I explained to DM that he needed to do a shout out to Malcolm on air. As we have been getting phone calls from an irate drunkard who is determined that DM is gay, and therefore shouldn't be allowed on radio, he rather judiciously picked:"And this next song comes with a special message; Malcolm, you're a dead man. Let's hear the song - "A Great Day without You".
He turned off the mike. We were all allowed to breathe, cough and fart without fear of being heard by all 3 of our listeners. We breathed.
The phone rang.
"Um...you don't suppose that the irate drunkard's name is Malcolm?" ventured Peren, as we stared at it in horror.
"Or that he thinks you've broken up with Malcolm?" I chimed in, rather helpfully, I thought. DM gave me the finger, and picked up the phone.
"FM107.5....oh, hello, Mrs X," he said, rolling his eyes, as were we. Mrs X calls every week, and requests The Corrs. In the middle of an alternative/dance/etc show. So The Corrs get squished in between Goldfrapp, Rammstein, and The Bedroom Philosopher. After a conversation that on DM's part mostly consisted of "Yes, No, Uh-huh, Oh really? That's a shame!", he hung up.
"She wants "I never really loved you anyway," he said. We sighed with relief as he continued:
"She told me that it's a good song to play, if I really want to get back at Malcolm. "
I haven't done much knitting recently, but I have finished all the bits of the bolero. Now I need to sew it all together. The icky part of knitting, I always feel. I want to sit down and knit, but my marking pile is through the roof, cos the HSC starts on Monday, with English as first cab off the rank. My subject. Eeesh. And some of my kids' work....eeeeeeeeeeesh.
But some are so sophisticated I could jump up and down in nerdy joy. Huzzah!