So I listen to More FM in the car when I’m driving around. It’s nice, I enjoy it. Sure I’d probably enjoy it more if I got to listen to cds or my ipod or something fancier, but the radio works for me.
Anywho, driving home today the new host on More FM started talking about how his pantry had been invaded by ninja moths and evil weevels. And I can’t recall if I told you all, but this happened at my house not all that long ago. My pantry still bares the battle scars from this time. We had to toss out everything (except bizarrely a bag of white chocolate buttons) and start from scratch.
So after hearing this new host on the radio sharing his experience, I decided I’d text in for the first time. So I did, I told him he wasn’t alone. That I felt his pain, that we could relate. And you know what happened…. he read my text out on the radio! I felt completely famous.
The ridiculous thing is, I’m not anymore famous because of it. Sure he read out a sequence of words that I put together but he didn’t say or know my name, it will never in any way be related to me, and even if it was it wasn’t anything to commit to memory. But in all honesty I probably would have gained more fame by slipping over in the supermarket.
Just a point I wanted to make…that’s all.
Are they wearing rubbish bags??
Quite possibly..