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| Can I phone a friend? |
| 27 May, 2005 ---- 4:59 PM |
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It’s not paranoia if you’ve taken your medication.
You know that time I went on about how I’d uncovered a plot where computers were planning to take over the world? This is waaayyyy bigger than that.
I think I’m being stalked by a Chris Tarrant impersonator.

Chris Tarrant is the host of the UK Who Wants To Be A Millionaire Show. I used to watch it all the time when I was living over there. He also used to host a breakfast radio show with 2 million listeners (coincidentally, about the same number people reading this blog).
Earlier today I got a call from a “Chris Tarrant” from the UK. He mentioned Milky’s name and I immediately thought “Hey! She’s somehow made it on to Millionaire, she’s on the million-dollar question, I’m her Phone A Friend choice and I’m going to help her win! Provided the question’s about Ewoks. Or beer…”
But no. “Chris Tarrant” was calling “live from Capital FM” and wanted me to help settle an argument about whether banana custard was a real food.
It certainly sounded like Chris Tarrant. Food is something I certainly know a lot about, having cooked for rock royalty, and the like.
But the mighty D-Man is smarter than all that!
Milky – fess up now. Admit that you hired a very convincing drama school actor to break into the radio studio and call me on my cellphone. Then, immediately after the phone call, you followed up with a “Dude I just heard you on the radio! You rocked!” text message.
This is payback for me calling you a smelly farmer isn’t it? I didn’t mean for you to take it personally. I meant that, generally speaking, all farmers are smelly, especially the ones from the Waikato, but you’re not a farmer anymore, so you no longer smell bad.
Ya got me. Happy?
Once upon a time, I reluctantly got roped into being a panellist for a National Radio book review show. Got to interview the authors and everything. We did the first show live. Then the producer decided it was “best to do a pre-record in future” seeing as I’d somehow single-handedly managed to offend all their “redneck listeners”.
How was I supposed to know the majority of their audience were inbred hicks?
Today's end of day Kung Fu Speak Week gem:
"Put me on live radio, and it'll all turn to banana custard."
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