The studio door pushes open with a creak, a few spider webs here...

The studio door pushes open with a creak, a few spider webs here and there. I touch the turntables and give them a little spin, they seem OK. The milk crates of vinyls left here from 08 are still in the corner - so much for Alonzo the Latvian cleaner taking them out after the last shift. And now that he has a new Russian bride, he'll be even more distracted. Her name's Nikita, by the way, and Alonzo met her on a website, which is my understanding of how you meet most Russian women as against actually engaging them in conversation at a party or between rifle fire when they are invading a subservient state or something. So HC Radio now has two cleaners, one heavily armed. I settle into the chair and think... I need a first song. Something watery, cheesy, and not befitting the first day of a new dawn of HC Radio. Ah, I know just the track.

Come on down to my boat baby