Negotiating dog pooh on the streets after night fall is one thing, dodging dog matter in the dark with a double eye infection and a rucksack laden with CDs is another. Arrived at Portland Radio yesterday evening with my tractor tread walking boots caked in dirt of the dog, spent the entire broadcast sniffing from a menthol vapour stick to mask the stench. It took three lolly sticks and five sinkfuls of water to get my damn shoes clean. I hope the serial complainers from the Renal ward appreciated all the effort I put in to present the show. Only the dedicated could navigate a mixing desk with both eyes conjealed through a nasty bout of conjunctivitis and I think Kazzy realises this, she sent me packing an hour early with half a packet of fruit bonbons and strict instructions to stay off for the rest of the week. Taking the evening shifts at Portland Radio, although I am sure will prove fruitful, can at times be a struggle.
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