‘Let’s have some music, Logan.’
‘There’s nothing worthwhile.’
‘That’s ridiculous. American has more stations than All India railways.’
‘But they’re vacuous. Not like Radio Three on the Beeb.’
‘You mean pretentious presenters widdling on about Bach’s innovative use of the semi-breve?’
‘Exactly. Better than some tight-trousered troubadour bemoaning his herpes.’
‘That’s your summation of a whole genre, is it? Go on…’
And now a word from our sponsors, Artic Deodorant…
‘See, just bloody adverts…’
‘Shush, you may learn something…’
It may be winter outside, but it’s always August under your armpits. Freshen up… ‘You’re right. Turn it off, Logan.’
This little piece is prompted by the Carrot Ranch here
September 10, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes something heard on the radio. It can be from any station or era. What is heard? A song, announcement, ad? Think of how radio connects people and places. Go where the prompt leads!
It’s always August under your armpits. 😀 very catchy
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I should have gone into advertising…
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Law probably paid better.
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Yes, almost certainly!
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Oh Geoff, you do make me laugh.
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Jolly good…
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LOL, just what I needed this morning … a good laugh 🙂
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Splendid!
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OMG …they agreed! 💜
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