Got home on Thursday night to a pretty distraught girlfriend.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, “Make it quick though, I’ve got a Music Week Awards brochure to finish...”
I should’ve realised. The radio was on in the background and eventually I recognised the enthusiastic growls of a certain New Zealandish disc jockey.
“I can’t believe it’s Zane Lowe’s last ever show,” said my girlfriend. “He soundtracked my life. I remember exactly where I was when he first played Franz Ferdinand.”
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