Today on your bFM Breakfast: Fabian phones in with the latest in Hollywood television; turns out the Theramin wasn't made by an Ian; street artist Adore lets us in on what she has planned for Saturday's bStreet; and Gloria Estefan really missed out on employing the Te Kuiti Sound Machine.
Today on your bFM Breakfast: Rob's got zero 'knees-up' for Mrs. Brown; His Worship tells us what to do if your local cat's eyes look drunk; Clayton applauds the Dion/Laurent approach to suggesting a sustainable future; Sarah'd quite like a Babel fish; and we all get a box of Cricket Pasta. Seriously.
Today on your bFM Breakfast: we broadcast LIVE from Shop Seven, St. Kevins Arcade in honour of The Others Way; somebody let Mikey touch their robots (smdh); New Zealanders are taking over the Comic Cinematic Universe; turns out a 'talk box' isn't just yr radio; Leonie brings in some tunes to hail her involvement in the latest LATE at the Museum; and Queen Neptune destroy all other show segments via live electronic force.
...Another fraut unt frivolous dickslide (...great phrase! I'm coining that right now) through a thick slew o' all over the place snotty shithead punk for your listening paleeeeessiure. This week I learn how to not sound like I've never had a glass of water in my life but do make a continual really annoying 'stttt' sound with my mouth, so I'm sorry about that...why am I telling you this? Because that's what I do! If you listened to the show you would know that already, so...who looks stupid now. Still me! This weeks shows success rate '7 moderately sized glazed hams out of 10'!!!! Wehey!
Today on your bFM Breakfast: we've caught a big Marlon (sorry); Assoc. Prof. Curtin is a wond'rous voice of reason; Mike attempts to refute all Delaney's 'sneaky vegetable' ideas; Troy delivers on dancing time; and Pearl's got "just something a bit diff'runt, ay".
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