"Martin, many years ago, Radio one used be known as the 'Light Programme' and was..."Yeah, all those radios with 'Light' and 'Home' on their dials.
The first time I'd ever built a radio... the off-shore sounds of Radio Caroline. And what about Radio Luxemberg, along with all that signal fading soon after sundown.... guaranteed to always happen slap-bang in the middle of a good track.
Ref, cutie: Yeah, I meant the bird playing the flute. She's not your usual air-head because she's normally dead swanky. A classically-trained musician who happens to be a classy chick with a thing for mini skirts and an ear for a nifty tune.
Did you know that Elaine Paige is my mum?
Mate, my last/final/only other possible suggestion to easing your blues would be...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQHd9hglBkE&feature=relatedNow this will hit you in one of two possible ways: you could either end up doing an Oily and throwing a hammer at the speakers within the first two bars, or.........
Have you got an old tennis racket? Good. Now what you do is this......
1) Swipe Mrs Sheerline's long-haired wig when she's not looking.
2) Stick it on your bonce.
3) Run to the workshop, grab your
guitar tennis racket, hit the play button.
4) As soon as you realise that you're not really Dave Gilmore after all, start making up dinky little tunes in your head, little riffs that might go nicely with that background music. You're in standard concert G-major tuning; it doesn't get any easier, so don't be afraid to give it some. (Bum notes not included).
5) Remember to flick the hair every once in a while, like they do TV.
Hopefully, within an hour, you'll be like, "
Elaine Paige?... who the bleedin' 'ell is Elaine Paige?".