Wednesday, August 27, 2008

F**k Patrolling Dry Rib


Due to FCC regulations, certain words are not supposed to be broadcast over the air. Hence, a radio station needs to F**k Patrol new releases.

The prof, when he was a DJ at KUSF back in the day, once accidentally played a seemingly curse-less Housemartins ditty whose central lyric (in the chorus!) was "Don't marry him/F**k me", or words to that effect. We didn't mean to do it. Honest.

Well we don't want to repeat that mistake, so this morning we are sitting in the office listening to Dry Rib's Whose Last Trickle, listening out for rude words before submitting the CD to the KUSF Central Committee.

Ah, but which words are rude?

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The professor of pop dials KUSF for an urgent conference call:

POP: "Um, what about "buggered youth?"

KUSF: "Buggered youth? That's OK."

POP: "Turds?"

KUSF: "No problem."

POP: "So it's f**k and s**t, then?"

KUSF: "Yeah, and muthaf****r."

POP: "Right."

KUSF: "Oh, and c**t."

POP: "All our favorites words, basically."

KUSF: "Yup, that's about it."

POP: "Thanks."

KUSF: "Have a nice day."

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When he was a little lower case goodwin, the prof's Dad used to say that any word could be a swear word, it depended on who you said it to & how you said it.

How true.

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3 comments:

Bernie said...

Dear Andy, How true Jim's words were. I remember going to a school to discuss funding for a pond area and after reporting to reception was sent to sit outside the Head Teachers office as she was on a business telephone call. I overheard the `business call` regarding some theatrical event in London she had attended and how they had a great time etc. and after 5 or 10 minutes I ran out of patience. I knocked on the door and let the Head teacher know I had arrived and returned to the corridor when I overheard her saying into the phone: "Sorry about that, it was just some Northern man".
She escaped strangulation by a whisker and with not a single f**k in her statement! Bernie

Professor Of Pop said...

OMG! Yes Jim of course was teaching me respect, something that seems to come more naturally to the slave classes than the posh. Thanks for this story, Bern.

Professor Of Pop said...

Oh and it was The Beautiful South (what irony, Bernie!) not The Housemartins.