What's more depressing than having to work on Sunday mornings?

I’ll tell you what’s more depressing than having to work on Sunday mornings – having to do it listening to Steve Wright and his mind-numbing love songs! It’s not even live – so he takes time to perfect the art of inane drivel and vomit-inducing ‘banter’ to a new level.

 

And what is it about the audience to this, dare I say, ‘show’ that compels them to send in such pathetic dedications to their love ones that serve only to cement their role in society as ‘clearly in need of a life’ – Come on people, do you *really* spend all morning in bed with your chubby-hubby listening to these two hours of mush? How have you got so little in your life to do, that this is considered an actual activity?

 

I don't know who’s worst, Steve Wright for A) hosting the show and B) for, well, being such a nauseating git. Or the audience for contributing to the show with stomach-churning public displays of affection – and what’s more these people contribute to the gene-pool of our society - they must be stopped!

 

So, tomorrow morning I’ll not only be working but, due to various reasons, I’ll be doing it listening to Steve Wright’s love songs – OUCH – I guess it’ll be the mute button for me then!

 

WA