LOOK AT THE CLOCK, MADERA ...
So this week I have been reprimanded for my timekeeping by the station managers. In the nicest possible way of course. My feeble excuses that "its a podcast, not a proper show" didnt wash. They answered in unison "How do you ever expect to graduate to live broadcasting, complete with nubile female producers and assistants giggling at your on-air quips and bathing naked in your deep pool of musical knowledge, hmm?". Fair enough. With that Utopic vision in mind, I am excitedly off to buy a louder alarm clock...
