Nerd greatness

Another nerd night over with and a fun time had by all - much drinking, good food and good company.  This time in sleepy Salisbury.  Many of the radio nerds including Matthew Rudd and Martin Kelner had travelled a fair distance from one end of the country to another, so were equally sleepy, but were good company nonetheless.

Usually for nerd night, we attract about 15-20 radio greats from around the country, but as is often the case, a few drop out at the last minute due to cash flow problems, other commitments or it's hair washing night.  So a modest 9 turned up this time around - but I must say the right 9.  Alex Lester was in top form as usual regailing us with his life stories while standing up.  Always amuses me, as if he's teacher and he's making a point.  He also gave me good advice for advancing my career in radio.

"Want to get to the top in radio?  (while slurping on another pint) Be a TV presenter first".

"Ok then, I'll do that right away", I said.  "You make it sound so easy!"

Alex's metereological knowledge is quite extensive as well.  Exchanging stories of microlight flying - me being eternally jealous though - he has a PPL, I don't.  Nuff said.   Also you try saying the word "Metereological" after 5 pints of lager.   Slur slur.

Before I knew it, twas' kicking out time at 1.15am, and time to hit the cobbled streets.

What, no fashion sense.

At the weekend, I saw a friend of mine and sat in his garden during the brief moments of summer we're having.  In the privacy of his garden, I decided to take my top off and be like a typical British sun-worshipper....go red raw in the short space of an afternoon without any sun protection.  Not big and not clever.  

I would say though that my sense of fashion seems somewhat better than my mate.....there he was, also without top on, but shorts, bright white shiny trainers, and black socks!  That's a definite no no in my limited fashion knowledge.  You just don't wear black socks with white trainers, especially if you're wearing shorts.  Thank goodness for the private garden.  If I was walking down the street and he was wearing that 'combo', I'd have to politely cross the street, or deny knowing this fella.

My ego once again gets the better of me, and I'm attaching a professional looking photos of ME, sat in my studio at work, looking thoughtful for once, preparing to talk sh*te in between the tooones.  Photos were taken by a very adept photographer that is Dave Woollatt.  

Well, all booked up for the radio nerd night.  I've probably explained before, but myself and a bunch of radio nerds/geeks/anoraks meet up every two or three months at some random location around the UK, and discuss the world and his wife - also jingle packages and radio play-out systems if we're really honest.  Next stop....Salisbury.  Will report back after liver has recovered.