homage to davros - commercial radio YES!
aaaaaaand, welcome back and! thats a big radio shiteFM big up to all you saddo's in the excpetionally local vicinity... we're gonna play a big top-tastic shiteFM tune now for 'mad shaz' and all her totally MAD mates from somerfield at (FULL FUCKING POSTAL ADDRESS) well alright...

girls aloud.... etc etc....

just get cancer and die - just die you cunts. DIE

I'd listen to moyles for a fucking eternity over some non-entity cunts post code and blood group being read out 'LIVE ON AIR'


just fuck off
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Mon 5 May 2008, 0:01, 2 replies)

Glad to see I'm not alone
Dear God, commercial radio is the equivalent of anal warts - unpleasant, and frankly unnecessary.

Not that I've ever had anal warts, but I am possessed with sufficient imagination that I can guess what they're like
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 5 May 2008, 0:23, closed)

Our local radio station
Namely "PowerFM", had the one good DJ on in the morning slot, namely Rick Jackson. I knew the fellow of old, when he was "serving his apprenticeship" at crappy clubs on the Isle of WIght, he was funny to listen to in the mornings, and he'd been there 10 odd years, so somewhat of a standard.
Then they get rid of him for 2 totally vacuous cunts called "Zoe & Gilles"- not Giles, but Gilles. All I want is to be entertained on the drive to work, and get local traffic reports. So now its Radio Solent. Which is shit, but at least I don't have to listen to THOSE 2 witter on. www.powerfm.co.uk/sectional.asp?id=18756
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Mon 5 May 2008, 8:07, closed)