I managed to struggle round to Liz’s for 13:30 via a quick stop at Nathalie’s to pick up her meeting schedule that we are obliged to broadcast. And then Liz and I drove down to Gerzat and recorded our next series of radio programmes.<\/p>\n
This new guy doing the recording is much more efficient – no more searching for pencils, 10 minute chat breaks, all that kind of thing. Everything is ready when we arrive, we are allowed a few minutes to compose ourselves (which is better than a few minutes decomposing ourselves I suppose) and then we are off.<\/p>\n
“We’ll start at 14:40 and break at 14:47” he says
And that’s what we do. And then the next one –
“We’ll start at 14:50 and break at 14:57”
And we do that.
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And that’s how it continues until the series of recordings are over. A military precision, you might say.
And then after the programmes are recorded, no panic-stricken 15 minutes of frantic listening and so on.
“Is it OK?” we ask
“Yes” he replies, with an air of bewilderment as if “why shouldn’t it be OK?”<\/p>\n
And then the bombshell<\/p>\n
“How would you like to do a Christmas Special?”
“Errr …. such as?”
“Well, an hour or so of your programme to be broadcast on Christmas Day?”<\/p>\n
Move over, Morecambe and Wise, what? <\/p>\n
So we spent the rest of the day, Liz and I, planning our show. We’re aiming for maybe 10 Christmas Carols, a little bit of the nativity, a Christmas Story, a couple of poems and then a pile of the usual mayhem.<\/p>\n
But how about that for fame? They obviously like us on the airwaves in the Puy de Dome.<\/p>\n
