Empty bars in the afternoon
By means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways
 [73] RadioDecember 13th, 2001 – 3:40pm Posted in  Bad Things, Daft 
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Probably the worst thing about working in a factory, the work itself aside, is being forced to listen to the radio. I detest radio. I was going to say commercial radio originally, but then I realised what it is about radio I hate so much – the presenters. All radio presenters are one and the same, quite feasibly bred from the same genetic stock in a factory somewhere in Swindon. Whoever hires these goons should be flogged… who actually likes these people? Who actually likes their voices – men, the half-American half-tongue-in-cheek tone, women, that God-awful incessant fake laughing, both sounds I have no words sufficiently descriptive in my diminishing vocabulary. (Commercial radio, you quickly learn, thrives in the belief that the presenters really can pander to men on the factory floor by telling pathetically risque jokes over and over followed by the female sidekick either being shocked or sniggering …read more.
