Nothing To Do With Me, Mate
It sounded like chaos in the studio. The computers were crashing and the presenters were fumbling through a dusty - and limited - collection of CDs just to get some music on the air. Then came the power cuts which produced regular bursts of dead air. ´The daily ´Battle of the Sexes´ competition was cancelled and so too was the request show.
"Things are very busy behind the scenes," said Scotty, the drive-time host, who sounded just as panic-stricken as his namesake from the Star Ship Enterprise. He also sounded like he wanted someone to beam him as far away from the radio station as possible.
Meanwhile I sat in my villa, sipping a chilled white wine and sighing with relief because the nightmare coming through the speakers had absolutely nothing to do with me. Spare a thought, though, for the crew of U.K. Away FM, the English-lanaguage station that broadcasts here on Lanzarote.
Yes, that´s where the Zed family have finally pitched up. A three hour flight from Gatwick was followed by a one hour wait for our bags to appear on the luggage carousel. Clearly the baggage-handling system here involves one 93 year old man who fetches one suitcase at a time from the hold of the 757s.
No matter, we´re here now. Temperature on the beach today was 25 degrees. But things sounded a lot hotter in that radio studio.
Sip, sip...not my problem. Not this time.
P.S. If you want to see how slick things are in a Ö÷²¥´óÐã Radio Scotland studio, have a look at this..
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