Bloomsday baby; eats with relish the inner organs of sockless hipsters; proud baby boomer; Whitlam-era university graduate; voracious consumer of live performance; careful benefactor; practising pedant.
Lost in the mists of time; 25+ years involvement; very quickly hooked for life.
(Hopefully the internet is good enough on Mars to be able to download the other couple of thousand on the list.)
Presenting exciting, confronting, confusing, and hopefully pleasing music.
It’s all strange.
Sunday Morning Coming Down, cos it seems to be the final resting place of superannuated groovers.
Nothing very interesting. Isn’t RTR FM real life, or have I missed something?