First Ross Goodwin, Now Kevin Black. Was in the radio industry for years.
He got off a ship in London one day in the 60s, went to a pub and met a bloke who knew a bloke in pirate radio and that was the beginning of his radio career, but I got that from the clips because I wasn’t about to ask. He seemed quite keen on the idea that we stay until 4pm (it was 11am) and get on the gin, but he’s always had more stamina than normal people and being 67 doesn’t seem to have slowed him down much.
He is, like many ageing rock’n’rollers, conservative, and Conservative. He said, when giving me his address: “Bwing a Wange Wover.” He lives in Victoria Ave, in Remmers. That was a terrible joke. He might be a bit embarrassed about the rebel rock DJ having ended up on Vickie Ave. I don’t know about that either, because at first he said, yes, a bit, probably, and then he said, “I guess I’m proud of it as an achievement but I don’t want it to be a measurement, right?”
How delicious. Go and see them. The ladies are very winsome. The men are smoking hot.