Friday, July 09, 2010
Too damn good looking for radio.
Well, that's my excuse.
How could you waste such a face on the radio? That's what they must have been discussing at FoxFM this week when they thwarted my lifelong ambition of being a breakfast radio host in the cruelest possible fashion. They said I was in the top 5. Not good enough - I needed to be in the top 3. Now I'm pretty sure there were only 5 people in my final, so it's scant praise, but I'm proud of what I've done.
It was a fantastic experience and, as I mentioned in an earlier post (before the anonycrowd go telling me again that I'm repeating myself), I felt like I deserved to be there and that I could actually do this gig for a living (in case anyone else out there in radio land is reading this).
I have spent the best part of the afternoon cutting myself up over what I could have done better, or at least differently, but unlike Jo brushing her teeth naked I have no regrets.
So a cheerio to everyone at Fox who made me feel like a rock star again, and to everyone who wished me luck and subsequent commiserations.
In other news our Editing teacher, the incomparable Glenys Osborne, has resigned this week. I bumped into her and her adorable child on Swanston Street yesterday where she dropped the bombshell. I know I speak for all of my classmates when I say she will be almost impossible to replace. Her enthusiasm and expertise were a joy to behold, and I feel we are all going to be just that little bit poorer for losing her. She has, as some consolation, a novel that's just been released 'Come Inside' (Clouds of Magellan) - I am about to indulge in its majesty. I will report at my conclusion.
I remain quite dejected today, but overall I am still,