Is more or less what what the genius management at RTÉ / 2fm have told their listeners.

If you haven’t already heard or read or come out from under your rock, Rick O’Shea and Nikki Hayes have had their shows dumbed down and stripped of all personality.

I first heard of it on TheChrisD and I was disappointed.  Sure I thought to myself, “What’s the worst they can do by adding a few more songs?”.

Fuck the shows up, is what.

Not just a few more songs, but all songs.

No chat, banter, pop culture goodness that we love coming from the two presenters that made 2fm, nay the whole RTÉ farce suffer-able.  Now we have to listen to what you can get anywhere else, shite pop music.

This is in a cost cutting measure as researchers will now not be needed to help out with the topics covered in the previous popular formats of both shows, and I don’t doubt that by the end of the year the two biggest pricks on Irish radio, Pat Kenny and Gerry Ryan will receive raises.

Why not cut the researchers and chat topics from their shows?  I know I’d listen a lot more if they did that.

Now I know that it has also happened to Will Leahy, but I must confess to never hearing his show as I was always out of the car by that time and inside feeding my face by that stage.  Nevertheless, I can guarantee that his listeners will also be extremely disappointed about his changes.

I type here before you and ask you to join the army of followers who are utterly disgusted at RTÉ’s gross misjudgement of a situation.  Short on cash so the slash the shows that people listen to.

Michael Cahill is being named as the brainchild behind it all and I don’t doubt for a minute that he is.  All people get a taste of power with a promotion dangled like a carrot in front of them and they try to impress with decisions that just make them look foolish and out of touch.

Well done.

There are articles open here and here where you can leave additional comments and there is also a Facebook group to join and show support.

I was actually going to list all of the blogs that have been running posts about the whole thing, but there are so many.  You’ll see them all linked on the Facebook page anyway.

I have already emailed RTÉ and received the cowardly “Your mail has been noted” response without an actual acknowledgment but I swear I’ll give them such a sore arse if they continue to ignore me.

I will be linking to their page and emailing them again with this page.

Do the same and let’s get a great afternoon of radio back on track.

I’m sitting in the kitchen as I type and on my left is one of those gas cylinder heaters that is keeping me nice and warm.

On my right, it was just as warm as it’s not all that far from my left side.

At least it was warm.

It’s just gotten cold.  Freezing cold.

I checked around and there were no doors open, no windows open and there aren’t even any air vents in this room as the house is well over 50 years old.

It’s not a draught so.

Feeling a little silly, I move the heater around to my right side to even things out a bit thinking it’s my body telling me to balance shit out.

It’s on full blast and I’m still fucking freezing.

It’s actually gotten so cold that I have begun to shiver slightly.

Last night when I was writing I saw something out of the corner of my eye that made me doubt my self.  It floated across the kitchen and disappeared through to the utility room.  I remember it got really cold then too, but when it went in to do laundry or whatever the fuck those floaty things do it got warm again.

Maybe whatever it is is peering over my shoulder and watching me as I type.  I have this eerie feeling that I’m not alone.

Is it a ghost?  Is it a spirit?  Is there a difference?

I hope this place isn’t haunted.

Wanking is not a spectator sport.