What may seem a typical and predictable show on paper takes you on an existential journey through the very realm of reality and knowledge, like a terrified squirrel strapped to the end of a thermal nuclear bomb heading straight to the face of common sense and decency while crusading his bid to save the station from mediocrity.
What brought you to Phonic FM?
An interest in radio and a Google search.
What does Phonic FM mean to you?
It’s a place I can ramble on about bananas without feeling judged.
What do you do when you’re not on Phonic FM?
Complain and shout at God.
How do radio presenters do it?
Turn up on the day and pray.