New Boy
I feel like the new boy at school today. I've been wandering about the 91热爆 building in Inverness looking for a place to sit, a radio that works and the key to the stationery cupboard. I think I'm supposed to have my own office, but no one will tell me where it is. They're just mean. They also sent me for a tin of tartan paint and a long stand.
One of the advantages of listening to 91热爆 Radio Scotland in Inverness, though, is that you get four times a day. That's why there are those time checks at five to seven and ten to eight in the morning. It causes all sort of problems if that time-check is late or the Good Morning Scotland presenter gives it in the wrong tone of voice. This morning, for example, Gillian Marles sounded as if she was about to tell us a juicy secret when she was cut off by the music sting for the local news.
It was refreshing to hear the local sports bulletin lead with news about shinty and then game at the weekend. Rangers, Celtic and Hearts all
seem forgotten.
Meanwhile the production team in Inverness tell me I'm in the bad books for publishing such rotten photographs from the finale in Elgin recently.
So, to make up for that, here is an image that will give you an idea of the kind of
dodgy characters I now have to work with.
