The news reader becomes the news.
In a dramatic turn of events the Tuesday morning breakfast show on WMAfm has been taken off the air altogether and the uvuncular host, Gosamer Bin Liner ( Uncle Bin) has been banned from ever.
How did this sorry state of affairs come to pass?
Allow me, as the number one protaganist, to fill you in on all the juicy details. It all began on Monday when I opened my email, an urksome task that I always put off till the last minute. To my horror I discovered that my beloved, my cherished radio show had been shifted to Friday afternoon, hardly a fitting hour for a breakfast show. In high dudgeon I got straight on the blower and tried to contact someone on the board of WMA who had issued this edict. I found this rather frustrating as their phone numbers and emails are not freely available. I eventually ended up sending an email to the station itself begging and pleading to be given just one more chance to get it right. One of the many indiscretions I was guilty of was failing to play the requisite 18 advertisements per hour. A henious crime in itself but one that I was unaware was a hanging offence.
Alas the board was utterly unmoved by my grovelling. The show would go on air at 5 on Friday or not at all.
I took this blow on the chin. So this morning at eight o’clock sharp, when my many loyal listeners were waiting with baited breath, I anounced that 2 UGLY 4 TV had been evicted from the Tuesday morning breakfast time slot and placed in temporary acomodation at five on Friday, any listeners who felt Friday afternoon was an inapropriate time for a breakfast show were free to voice their opinion on wmafm.com. That is all I said. It is on the record. Then I left the building. As I steped through the gate of the old gaol I was confronted by a fuming frothing raving station manger who proceeded to vent his spleen in the most unseemly manner. Using all number of obcene words that cannot in all modesty be repeated here let alone on a community radio station. The only phrase I could make out that wasn’t blasphemous was a proclamation that I was never to set foot on the premesis as long as I lived, and I got the distinct impresion that wouldn’t be very long if I didn’t skidadle. I still cannot fathom what on earth I did to trigger his outbust . I can asure you this is not the end of the story. I will keep you up to date with developments as they unfold here on this blog.
Cheers Uncle Bin