ayase said:
I know what you mean, it's like a bit of a guilty secret. When I'm at my dad's and hear his partner listening to Radio 4 I start thinking that actually sounds like intelligent discussion, albeit carried out a somewhat cringe-worthy, upper-middle class way (no matter what my politics, I'm definitely more of the John Prescott school of debate. Which is to say, tell it like it is, openly display your incredulity at your opponents' stupidity and if the opportunity presents itself, punch them). But would I switch Radio 4 on at home? Mmmm... Nope.
This discussion should really be in random chit-chat now, shouldn't it?
I'll admit, that did make me smile.
Talk radio tends to have, like you say - atleast the general appearance of a more intelligent debate than that of the general riff raff who would sooner bottle you than listen to your opinion *coughs* general mentality of luton.
I'd sum myself up as; i like to be gentry and be more than average working class, ive done my year(s) of going out and partying every night, spending all my wages on booze and getting too drunk, now if given a choice between going out and partying or going to a bar and having a few drinks with friends and the missus, i'll always pick the latter here's 2 nights in my life:
Tonight i'll be going home, tidying the house, picking up the missus and taking her for a romantic meal at a chinese restaurant, coming back home and having a few glasses of wine or a port or two before bed, having sex, getting up and making my missus some pancakes with banana's and whipped cream then taking her shopping for a new dress and i'll be in the pub by 2pm having a beer, in the evening drive us round to the missus' house and spend time with her family, maybe go for a meal at the indian down the road or a pizza, sunday i go home and chill all day.
Money spent = £100
General appearance = pretty much married couple life, sensible and more value for money.
When i was 17/18 it would be: Get home, start getting ready to go out, polish shoes and head into town with my mates, start off at Yates's and drink till 12, then go to chicago's and carry on drinkig copious amounts till 3.30, go to the dirty chicken and chip shop down the road and then stagger home about 5am, money spent = over £100
General appearance = drunken fool trying to dance with his foot in his hand
But i guess those nights reflect my choice in radio stations, I would happily listen to sensible conversation and a good laugh (like Radio 2 and the laughs of radio 1) than soppy crap with people who didn't even write the songs they are singing (Heart radio, the station name says it all really)