Poor Man About Town

I was listening to Nick Ferrari on LBC today. Gosh, his show's content is fast becoming a veritable cornucopia of audio shit. Gone are the days of extremely entertaining right-wing belicose only to be replaced by fucking baby talk. There was an item on his show about how women have been made lonely by virtue of having to looking their squawking shitting soft machine all day long. He interviewed a woman an American woman by the name of 'Carter-Ann' (What kind of stupid name is that?). The parents may have named her 'BeerCanMan-Pugh'. We were regaled with a litany of American-accented moaning about how her husband does his own thing and how she feels lumbered with having to look after baby. Oh well, we are living in a post-femenist age where the feminist baby of female emancipation was tipped out with the bath water. There is no way my-ex would have accepted anything that had been lumbered on her; but we are of a different generation - gosh, being old-fashioned can bring along a delicious sense of irony at times.

I digress, Nick Ferrari's show has become real shit - check this out, he is now having to advertise goods and services as if they were topics under discussion. It is at this point that I tell the radio to "fuck off" and switch channels to Radio 4 and listen to the Today programme.

Another point is when Nick goes on holiday, we have Kelvin McKenzie of The Sun fame. He's about as wooden and entertaining as a coffin lid. His shows are uunlistenable. His delivery is like that of a dinner lady plonking stale mashed potato on your plate. He gets told to "Fuck off" before he barely speaks.

Labels: bullshit, Kelvin McKenzie, LBC, Nick Ferrari, Radio