Archive for the ‘Moving house’ Category

Julie and I moved to Britain from Australia in February 1997, so I could present the Breakfast Show on 2CRFM in Dorset. Since then, we’ve lived in every region of England, because I’ve presented radio programs in the North West, North East, West Midlands, East Midlands, South West, South East and South Coast. You’ve got […]


Sometimes I wonder how much impact I’ve had on radio listeners because I’ve moved around a lot. I never planned to move around so much but I’ve had to go where the work is. Every radio station I’ve worked at has been a long way from the previous one, usually hundreds of miles, sometimes thousands. […]


What do you do when you get booked to play a gig but find yourself without a band? In July 2007 “The Graham Mack Blues Band” were booked to play Mr Kyps in Poole, Dorset. I was based on Teesside at the time and I had a problem. The rest of my (Teesside based) band […]


When you move to a new neighbourhood, the last thing you want to do is fall out with the local kids. In July 2006, I got a job as the Breakfast Presenter at TFM Radio on Teesside so we moved up there. The house we rented was in a place called Wynyard. It’s a kind […]


You have to work for someone who believes in you. That’s really the bottom line when you present a daily Breakfast radio show. Without that, you can’t just do the job. You’re paid to talk and as most people can do that, most people think it’s an easy gig. Let’s face it, it is an […]


This week one of my childhood memories helped me to earn a bit of extra money. When I was a kid, we often went shopping on a Saturday afternoon in Warrington. My Mum or sometimes my Nana would take us on the bus. What I remember most is the markets. In the fish market there […]


RIP MIKE SMITH Last week, I heard the very sad news that former Radio 1 DJ Mike Smith had died aged 59. Mike Smith pointed the way to what became my radio journey even though I never met him or ever heard him present a radio show. When he was at the peak of his […]


When I touched him, he was cold, stiff and very dead. I didn’t know it at the time, but he wouldn’t be the last. In 1998 I was the presenter of the Breakfast Show on 2CRFM in Bournemouth. Julie and I were living in a nice flat in Westbourne. On my way out to work […]


The traffic light turned red, the brakes whistled, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I wished I was invisible. Driving home from a failed shopping expedition to Milton Keynes on Saturday, Julie decided she was going to buy the huge eight foot by three foot mirror she’d seen in Vinegar Hill […]


What if Julie doesn’t like going to the football? What if she’s freaked out by being in a stadium surrounded by more people than the population of her home town in New Zealand? What if she just doesn’t understand what being a Liverpool supporter is all about? These were the thoughts running through my mind […]


Our lives have been turned upside down over the last couple of weeks because the building our flat is in, is being painted. I don’t have much faith in the three blokes doing the work. They’re really good at drinking tea, gossiping about one of the residents in the flats who they describe as “Lady […]


It’s weird how events tend to connect up in unexpected ways. There was a nice unintended consequence of having our tiny little Daihatsu Centro shipped from Australia when Julie and I moved to the UK. When we lived in Gosford on the New South Wales Central Coast, the bloke who cut my hair was from […]


They say some of the most stressful things you can go through are, changing jobs, moving house, and a death in the family. We went through all of those and a bit more besides in 1997. In February I got a job as the Breakfast Presenter on 2CRFM in Bournemouth England, so Julie and I […]


Sometimes sleep deprivation makes me act like a crazy person. In 1997, I was the Breakfast Presenter at 2CRFM in Bournemouth. Julie and I rented a one bedroom, ground-floor flat in Boscombe. One night the people in the flat upstairs had a party that went on past midnight. Lying there trying to get to sleep […]


In previous Craics I’ve gone on about idiots I’ve worked for. I’m sure I’ll mention many more in the future. In this Craic, I need to say thank you to two great bosses. Living on the other side of the world is especially difficult when there’s a death in the family back home. In June […]


The show must go on! Sometimes, you’ve no other choice. In 1997, Julie and I were almost broke. We’d spent most of our savings moving to Britain so I could present the Breakfast Show at 2CRFM in Bournemouth. The exchange rate wasn’t in our favour. One British pound was worth almost three Australian dollars. What […]


Radio is an intimate medium. It works best when the listener regards you as a friend. To be a successful broadcaster, you need to get big ratings. To do this you need people to want to spend time with you. The people we chose to spend the most time with are people we know and […]


We waited ten weeks for our car to arrive in Britain by ship from Australia. When it got here, we weren’t allowed to drive it. To “export” the car, we had to take the number plates off and hand them in. So when it arrived at Tilbury it had no plates. I managed to get […]


Howard Stern once said, “Most of the things I do are misunderstood. Hey, after all, being misunderstood is the fate of all true geniuses, is it not?” A recurring theme in my life is being misunderstood. Unlike Howard who was obviously talking about being misunderstood artistically, I am continually misunderstood by people in positions of […]


When you’ve just spent twenty five hours squashed into an economy class seat and a few more hours in airports changing planes between Sydney and New York via Auckland, Honolulu and Los Angeles, the thing you look forward to the most is a nice hotel room and a comfortable bed. Unfortunately, that’s not what we […]