Status: Currently attempting to divide up into seperate stories, to avoid being banned as 'one-shots'.

Program Terminated

A Radio Rabbles.

<Hmmm…>

<…*sings* it’s a hard-knock life, for us, it’s a hard-knock life for us!*stops*…>

<I used to want to go to Broadway when I was a youngling like yourself.>

<Obviously, there was never much chance of that happening, but I still daydreamed about it…>

<Used to wonder, dream about a famous actress popping into the hardware shop, wanting a new radio before she left to start rehearsals on her next big thing… Course it never happened.>

<No, I got sold to a tottering lady with about twelve hundred cats, all of which mewl dreadfully if I’m allowed to make the slightest bit of music. I’m not used to being accompanied.>

<More of a soloist to be honest…>

< Though that doesn’t stop me being a one-man-band. Kinda have to be really. >

<The Mrs wasn’t too happy when I got bought. Had to leave her behind at the shop, but we still radio each other every day, catch up with the week’s events. Poor dear, she’ll never get out of there. She’s a bit dumpy to be honest. I love her all the same, but she’s just not up to today’s standards of electronics. Hasn’t got a transistor in her. Then again, I’m more than a match for her!>

<I think my wiring might have been knocked a bit… that stupid tomcat just pushed me off my shelf and my bass has gone all dodgy.>

<How am I supposed to sing onstage if I can’t replicate a simple FM signal?>

<I never was a cat person.>

<Though funnily enough, not really into dogs either. They slobber you see. Bad for electrics…>

<Had a guide dog in the shop once, bit frisky for its owner, who accidentally let go of the lead. How you do that when you’re holding on for sight’s sake I’ve no idea. But the thing immediately bounded into the radio section to try and discover the source of the music. That’s how I got this scar down my left side…>

<Yes, that was back in the year of ’40 or something like. I made the first radio announcement of the war you know, sonny. You won’t remember that of course, being such a young whippersnapper… But the cabbages had been growing nicely that year, and the shopkeeper, Mr McPherson his name was if I remember rightly… McPherson clan from Scotland, yes now…>

<Eh? Where was I, seem to have dozed off just then…>

<Sorry lad.>

<The Second World War was it? Oh, now that’s right… back in the year of ’40 or something like…>

<I’m not boring you am I son? Just say the word! I know we old fogies aren’t quite as up-to-date as you youthful blighters.>

<Man, those were the days, when me own Gramps used to call me a youthful blighter…>
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I like doing these! It helps me experiment with character, so it's quite interesting. There may be quite a few more!

Ivy, xXGreyWingsXx (c) 2008