#20 Get a Mention on the Radio.

As a teenager I was a volunteer presenter on Hospital Radio Plymouth and ever since I have had a fascination with the radio. These days it is limited to listening to Radio 2 in the car and sometimes fantasizing about how my jingle would sound...

...88 to 91 FM....Abi Prokop....B B Ceeeeeeeeeeeee Radio Twooooooooooooooooooo...

Anyway, I listened to the Rylan Clark-Neal show last weekend and emailed in a request for a shout out. I didn't get one but a few days later a call from an unknown number turned out to be Simon, the show's producer, inviting me onto their trivia quiz Couch Potatoes!

So yesterday, at 4.20pm, I was sat in my car outside to avoid being interrupted by the dog, listening to Radio 2 through my phone and waiting to be introduced by Vernon Kay. Sadly I lost on the tie breaker so I won't get to go back next week, however I did manage to give my school a mention on air, which was my main aim anyway.


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