[Before I start, I’m just going to say something about my editorial policy. A tiresome Leftie elsewhere in the ‘Blogosphere was taking Norm to task the other day for writing about cricket while Fallujah burned or something like that. This has been a week of Important Events in the World, but a week of froth on this ‘Blog. That’s because I feel like writing about froth and not about the serious news. PooterGeek is my world. If you don’t like it, read Instapundit. Now for more froth.]
So, earlier this week, I’m listening to the bathroom radio before I retire when on comes Graham Torrington’s Late Night Love. This is a allergenic mixture of phone-in angst and schmaltzy tunes. Usually I find myself telling the first miserable, attention-seeking caller to pull himself or herself together (and often Graham Torrington does), but even I felt some sympathy for “S”.
S told Mr Torrington about how her long-term boyfriend had confessed to her that he had had oral sex with his best (male) friend. Big deal: there’s a lot of that sort of thing going on between supposedly straight males. Then she burst into tears as she related how, a little later, he had admitted that the oral sex had been going on for fourteen years. This has got to be grim: she thinks he’s been honest, tries to understand; he turns out to be deceitful, unfaithful, and deluded. She was so upset that, after offering her some sympathetic words, Tozza had to tell her to phone back later and resorted to putting a record on (while his producer was probably frantically lining up another sufferer).
Then the rubberneckers arrived. Did the first ring in to share her own similar experience? Not exactly, no. After a quick survey of the wreckage, she wanted to say that her boyfriend had admitted to her that he had had “a homosexual experience” once after a night clubbing. Now she believed that the reason he wouldn’t “commit” to her after four years was that deep down he was probably gay. Even blokes who work on building sites only use the “she doesn’t want me—she must be a lesbian” line as a joke these days.
is your last name Counsell!?
Thats REALLY pretty mad if it is, cos mine is too and i’ve never met anyone with that name,
and whys this title “car crash radio” cos thats my boyfriends name. I typed it in google and came up with this.
email me or something.
i’m curious!
xox
Hello Lizzie!
It is. My uncle lives near Manchester, so we might be related.
That’s REALLY pretty mad cos I’ve never met anyone called “car crash radio”.
If you really are a fifteen-year-old girl and are trying to groom a middle-aged man, I should warn you, I’ve read the NSPCC safe surfing Website and I’m not going to lured into your world of perversion.
Have a happy Monday.
one night when me and my girlfriend were trying to locate our local radio station we stumbled across the pisspoor inarticulate voyeuristic berk that is graham sodding torrington. When he isn’t playing Sade or plugging some dating service he’s busy ignoring the views of his callers, many of whom are often in a state of distress, purporting to help them whilst bandying about frankly useless advice with all the compassion of a suicide bomber. He rarely lets them get a word in edgeways, telling them as soon as they’re on air what their problem is and interrupting them often and at length, usually to tell them how to resolve their problem with levels of insight and sincerity that make jade goody look like copernicus. This leaves callers little option but to respond in monosyllables and hum appreciatively at his ill-considered and potentially detrimental advice, at which point they are abruptly cut off with either an inappropriate trailer or a badly judged up-tempo pop song.
Last week he somehow managed to trump his already dismal standards when, during the sunday show (an entire show consisting of repeats of previous calls), he played a conversation with a caller who had been raped and had decided not to have a termination. After bludgeoning his way through this ethical and moral minefield (which frequently reduced the caller to tears) he signed her off with words not dissimilar to ‘you’ll not be wanting to do that again, then’. The trailer he played immediately afterwards? “the best bits”. The guy is a liability, truly car crash radio in all the tragic senses of the phrase. His ham-fistedness is occasionally funny but the tragedy is that he genuinely believes his advice is worth listening to.
Fidelity and honesty is important in a relationship. If ,a href=”http://www.cupidsreviews.com/dating-blog/personals/those-cheating-bastards.html#comments”>cheating happens in a relationship, the couple must talk together in order to settle the problem. At least taking this step may save their relationship if they still love each other. Unfortunately, their romance may also end if there is no other way to solve the problem. Still, the couple must learn to forgive and move on.
I won’t have a bad word said about poor old Graham! Yes his show is ridiculous but it kept me sane through a whole summer of working in the Marks and Spencers freezers!!!
And really if your boyfriend’s been having an affair with another man for fourteen years, would you really call up a national radio show and tell everyone?! If people are stupid enough to expose themselves on Graham’s show, then they deserve all they get.