After a terrific weekend, with free cinema tickets to see 127 hours (not recommended for the squeamish, that's an understatement) and the best Sunday on record - how often do you get taken out for a spin in a private plane?! Monday morning brought me crashing to earth....
It's pouring down. My 6.30am alarm takes me completely by surprise, I'm deep in dream land where all of my teeth have fallen out (any dream experts feel free to comment on this please!). I manage to wangle a lift rather than commute on the dreaded X43 bus to Manchester. All's bleak but the thought of picking up a McD's breakfast keeps me chirpy in the car.
Until the engine cuts out. And we find ourselves on the hard shoulder. Great.
Laughing at first, but completely baffled, we manage to get Fiona the Ford Flight going again and chug along the M65 at 50mph.
Lorries overtake us and tip buckets of water over the windscreen. Ah, thanks!
But then she cuts out again. So we abandon the damn thing and ring trusty Green flag after many attempts to reach the next junction, fearing that all the chugging would leave us with whip lash.
We stand on the grass verge, you know, being one of those poor people who you often see on a grey wet morning waiting for the recovery van to come to the rescue as you're driving to work, and you laugh at them and think, sod that first thing in the morning! That was us.
Luckily my car victim friend had two umbrella's. Brucie bonus!
The nice man with the truck arrived shortly afterwards, and towed us back to where we came from and we dumped 'Fi' at a garage telling the mechanic to do his worst, and hiked home to pop the kettle on 4 hours after we first left.
Not the best start to the week, but at least it can't get any worse!
And after all, it is January, and we aren't supposed to be feeling happy!
Mr DJ
Zane Lowe rocking the radio ga ga
Monday 10 January 2011
Wednesday 5 January 2011
In Zane Lowe, I trust!
Is he marmite? Is it a love-hate relationship?
As an avid Moylesy fan, tuning in to Radio 1 religiously each grey morning to help wittle away my 100mile Manchester commute (well, almost 100miles), I was suprised this morning to be awoken in more than one sense of the word.
Given the January blues, I now take my (woolly) hat off to the Kiwi for giving me a new breath of life for 2011.
I actually felt moved by his colourful musical rants and passionate pop/anti-pop decalarations! Finally, god is a DJ. (Bit strong)
I can, however, understand how many people find him to be one of the most annoying voices to plummet into the depths of their ears, afterall he does epitomize an excitable labrador puppy on drugs, but come on... it's refreshing to shake-off the typically English persona and smile!
Never before have I heard a single human being make a 7.38am broadcast sound so inviting.
Moylesy is the best, to be sure to be sure, let's not make this a criticism about the infamous Chris Moyles Morning Breakfast Show - guarranteed to make you laugh out loud into your coffee.
But the New Zealander is raw talent. Fact. With his usual 7pm show, the big cheeses at Radio 1 have made the best decision ever, for me anyway.
Stripping our commercialised society of its mundane, brain-washed, repeated hits, Zane Lowe should be knighted in my book for his off-the-record influence, as the guy clearly puts 199% into every minute of air time.
Some may say he's a jobsworth. Others may agree that he is a tuneful father figure for those wanting to listen to some real music, where they actually play guitars and hit drums and don't sing about love and wear JLS' clothes.
Mr Lowe, you made my morning, I SALUTE YOU!
As an avid Moylesy fan, tuning in to Radio 1 religiously each grey morning to help wittle away my 100mile Manchester commute (well, almost 100miles), I was suprised this morning to be awoken in more than one sense of the word.
Given the January blues, I now take my (woolly) hat off to the Kiwi for giving me a new breath of life for 2011.
I actually felt moved by his colourful musical rants and passionate pop/anti-pop decalarations! Finally, god is a DJ. (Bit strong)
I can, however, understand how many people find him to be one of the most annoying voices to plummet into the depths of their ears, afterall he does epitomize an excitable labrador puppy on drugs, but come on... it's refreshing to shake-off the typically English persona and smile!
Never before have I heard a single human being make a 7.38am broadcast sound so inviting.
Moylesy is the best, to be sure to be sure, let's not make this a criticism about the infamous Chris Moyles Morning Breakfast Show - guarranteed to make you laugh out loud into your coffee.
But the New Zealander is raw talent. Fact. With his usual 7pm show, the big cheeses at Radio 1 have made the best decision ever, for me anyway.
Stripping our commercialised society of its mundane, brain-washed, repeated hits, Zane Lowe should be knighted in my book for his off-the-record influence, as the guy clearly puts 199% into every minute of air time.
Some may say he's a jobsworth. Others may agree that he is a tuneful father figure for those wanting to listen to some real music, where they actually play guitars and hit drums and don't sing about love and wear JLS' clothes.
Mr Lowe, you made my morning, I SALUTE YOU!
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