Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 135

Tornado

Firstly, I cannot blog tonight without mentioning Oklahoma and such terrible devastation.

I can’t imagine what it must be like. We had the tail end of Hurricane Sandy and that rocked our little world in the Autumn/Fall, but this…..

Too sad :(

Shoelaces

It’s been a troublesome week for my other half, whose main problem has been that he has been unable to find the right shoelaces for his shoes in the land of America.

It’s been a little like living with a hairy, swearing Goldilocks for five days.

‘Crap, these ones are too fat.’
‘Damn, these ones are too short.’
‘Bugger it, these ones are too long.’

This Goldilocks nonsense is getting right on my wotsits

Oooh, this Goldilocks nonsense is getting on my wotsits

Giant – check. Out of stock.
Kendals – check. Nope
Target – check. Wrong size.
Etc.

‘You’ll probably just have to buy some new shoes,’ one shop assistant told him.

To me this would sound an excellent excuse to initiate a purchase. To my other half, this is just ridiculousness being spouted forth. (I admit, on reflection, it is a little OTT.)

Such drama over shoelaces

Such drama over shoelaces

Four way crossing / All way stop

I’m still getting my head round how these work (a four-way stop is when there are four approaches to the intersection)….and every time I reach one I think ‘Why didn’t they just put in a roundabout?’

Anyway, I get told that the rules are whoever got there first can go first. And it’s all a bit stop / start / stop still with me, but I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it :)

The interweb also tells me that in the USA, if vehicles arrive at approximately the same time, each driver must yield to the drivers on their right. So now I am even more confused…..

Who the f*ck goes now? not a clue.

Who the f*ck goes now? Not a clue.

Tea blog responses

What a lot of comments there were on my tea blog!

I am now adorned with knowledge about where to get tea in a pot, not ten miles from here!

I have also been given a tea challenge with my friend Nicole who writes the blog HoCoLoco. I am to prepare and pour her a proper cup of tea and in return she is going to get me an Arnold Palmer (a beverage consisting of iced tea and lemonade, named after American golfer Arnold Palmer) in order to see if I come any closer to liking iced tea (which currently makes me feel like barfing)…..watch this space!

Nice cold, ice cold

Nice cold, ice cold

To add to the tea theme, Dear Americans, if you’ve never dunked a biscuit in a hot drink, please, go and try it – in fact, try it now!

Dunking biscuits is a British tradition with a cup of tea, and this video explains (in British comedy terms by Peter Kay) all about the perils of dunking biscuits.

I have also been tasked with trying a Reuben Sandwich. I think I might very much like this (the Reuben sandwich is a hot sandwich of corned beef, Swiss cheese, with Russian or Thousand Island dressing, and sauerkraut. These are grilled between slices of rye bread – yummmmmy!), so any advice from lovely HoCo peeps as to where I may find the very best of these would be super!

Where can I get one of these?

Where can I get one of these?

No soft toss!

This sign was spotted this evening by yours truly.

Ooh matron!

Ooh matron!

In the UK this has a very different meaning from the US one (which I had to look up and FYI, fellow Brits, it means this: ‘A no soft toss sign at a baseball field generally means that batting practice type pitching is not observed on the field.’

Now I understand! It still makes me snigger like a schoolgirl, though :)

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 134

US cup of tea vs UK cup of tea

I met a British woman today, out of the blue, and we chatted for a while whilst she was working at her desk.

I didn’t realise she was British at first and the conversation started like this:

Her: ‘Where are you from?’
Me: ‘The UK.’ (I always say this a) because I am, and b) because if I say ‘The Cotswolds’ generally Americans don’t know where this is :) )
‘Me too. Where abouts?!’
‘Oh, the Cotswolds.’
‘I’m from Northampton.’

She proceeded to tell me that she’d been here for nearly 20 years, and she still did have her accent, all said and done.

We mulled over the vast cultural differences between Britain and America, and discussed, as I often do with Brits out here, the very important thing that is the Cup of Tea.

That's a right proper looking British cup of tea, that is!

That’s a right proper looking British cup of tea, that is!

It is hard to get a good cup of tea here. I haven’t found one yet, though I feel it must exist somewhere!

I have spied some Americans making their cup of tea by putting a tea bag in cold water and, heaven forbid, microwaving it! Lord above, I am shuddering as I type!

A document has been drafted by the British Standards Online which shows how you really should make a cup of tea, though I know it even differs between Brits – milk first or hot water (from a kettle) first…..? Oh, the choices and preferences!

Mind the Gap also has an article on How to Make a Cup of Tea in the USA, as does Christopher Hitchens for the Guardian.

My favourite quote from his article about asking for tea, or getting a cup of tea out here in the USA, is this:

“Next time you are in a Starbucks or its equivalent and want some tea,” he writes, “don’t be afraid to decline that hasty cup of hot water with added bag. It’s NOT what you asked for.”

He adds that it is “virtually impossible in the United States” – his home for the last 30 years – “to get a cup or pot of tea that tastes remotely as it ought to”. His main gripe is that Americans seem to offer only cups of tepid water, with teabags served separately. Tea drunk like this, he says, is not worthy of the name – and is “best thrown away”.

It’s true – water is never hot! How can my tea bag infuse properly? I wonder if there is concern about being sued in case the hot water scalds…..it’s entirely possible that this is the case, since you can sue for just about everything else out here! And I’ve yet to find a teapot being used anywhere…..

Make mine a hot one!

Make mine a hot one!

In all this important tea discussion we realised that we were referring to our American cousins as ‘them’. How rude of us! Her boss must have also noticed and called out from the back office ‘I can hear you talking about us!’ How we grimaced!

I’m off to put the kettle on :)

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 133

The Soccer Mom

I hear this phrase a lot. When I came out to the USA people joked with me that I would become a ‘soccer mom’ and I laughed, not really knowing what one was.

And I’ve been hearing it a lot lately, like it’s a kind of label or badge……

Someone's hiding the soccer balls....

Someone’s hiding the soccer balls….

This is a general synopsis from the ‘interweb’:

‘The phrase soccer mom broadly refers to a North American middle-class suburban woman who spends a significant amount of her time transporting her school-age children to their youth sporting events or other activities. Indices of American magazines and newspapers show relatively little usage of the term until a 1995 Denver city council election. It came into widespread use during the 1996 United States presidential election.’

The soccer mom is sometimes portrayed in the media as busy or overburdened and driving a minivan or SUV. She is also portrayed as putting the interests of her family, and most importantly her children, ahead of her own.

The soccer mom’s next most frequently mentioned characteristics are that “she lives in the suburbs (41.2% of the articles); is a swing voter (30.8%); is busy, harried, stressed out, or overburdened (28.4%); works outside the home (24.6%); drives a minivan, (usually Volvo) station wagon, or sports-utility vehicle (20.9%); is middle-class (17.1%); is married (13.7%); and is white (13.3%).”

A typical soccer mom

A typical soccer mom

The phrase has also taken on a negative aspect. Soccer moms are sometimes accused of forcing their children to go to too many after-school activities; overparenting them in concerted cultivation rather than letting them enjoy their childhood.

I am not a soccer mom. Or am?! I do drive an SUV. And I do live in the suburbs, and I am middle-class and white….

Oh my! [Phones to cancel Harry's after-school swim club....]

This rundown of what it takes to be a soccer mom amused me:

Characteristics….

1. Caucasian.
2. Has no job, gets her money from successful husband.
3. Has either a minivan or an SUV.
4. Usually Christian.
5. Child(ren) think they’re “all that” then turn “rebel.”

Appearance….

1. A (ridiculously) over-sized bag.
2. One-inch heels ALL the TIME.
3. Expensive sunglasses.
4. Off-red nail polish on their toenails and fingernails.
5. Optional: Botox
6. Bad makeup.

Children of a soccer mom…

The soccer mom’s child(ren) are often brought up with no free time, doing sports, dance, karate, art, theater, music, you name it. Some children do up to three or four activities a night, then do homework until about 11 at night. In school, a soccer mom’s child(ren) may either be:
a) popular, extremely bitchy, and hang out with the other popular children or
b) extremely bitchy, hang out with children they know from dance, or any other of their millions after-school activities.

A soccer mom’s child(ren) eats little for lunch, though their lunches are always 100 percent organic. During puberty, the once perfect “little angels” begin to “rebel” by…

1. Listening to a song with the word “hell” in it.

2. Wearing the same pair of Gap jeans twice.

3. Staying up past their bedtimes.

4. Have a boyfriend/girlfriend (usually this only applies to a girl, as a soccer mom’s daughter usually feels the need to hide her “illicit” activities from her parents)

5. Kiss this boyfriend/girlfriend… on the cheek.

6. Hug this boyfriend/girlfriend

7. Wear a little bit of makeup (like clear lip gloss.)

Also, a soccer mom’s children either a) grow up to be just like their parents or b) grow up to be nothing like their parents, join Peace Corps, and go live in Afghanistan.

A soccer mom has views about the following….

- All video games rated T and over = pornographic, inappropriate, will kill the minds of their already vegetative children.
- All music with “cuss words” (eg, crap, hell) should be banned in America for the sake of little children (all people under age 18. Sometimes 21.)
- No alcohol whatsoever for people in college (even if they’re over 21.)
- No Co-Ed housing in college. (“We can all be Sorority sisters! How does that sound, Mary Ann?”)
- Heavy Metal, Grunge, Rock, Metal, Death Metal, Alternative= bad. Pop, Country= good, as long as the country is by Carrie Underwood, and even then, certain parts MUST be bleeped out.

- All little girls should be little girls. (eg, “No, Mary Ann, you can’t be a dirty old mechanic when you grow up.”)
- All little boys should be little boys. (eg, “No, Gary Stu, you can’t be a fashion designer like Armani when you grow up.)
- Complete control over everything.
- Ban multiplayer games (eg, Runescape, Club Penguin) in their city/town because “I don’t want MY little angels to be kidnapped” while their “little angels” often have secret accounts on multiplayer games.
- Says often: “I’m sorry, Mary Ann can’t play today. She’s got jazz dance, then hip-hop dance, then we eat dinner as a family, then she’s got ballet.”

Yummy Mummy

Whilst soccer mom is a very, very American phrase – we don’t have the equivalent in the UK that I am aware of. The closest thing in UK is ‘Yummy Mummy’, but in some ways it is also almost the reverse.

‘Yummy mummy’ is a slang term used to describe young, attractive and wealthy mothers.

The term developed in the late 20th century, and was often applied to celebrity mothers such as Liz Hurley or Victoria Beckham, who appeared to quickly regain their pre-pregnancy figures after giving birth, and would continue to lead carefree and affluent lifestyles.

She doesn't have to hide in the car on the school run...

She doesn’t have to hide in the car on the school run…

The stereotypical yummy mummy was described by Nirpal Dhaliwal in The Times as having an existence “bankrolled by a husband working himself to death in the City, [dressing] in designer outfits… carries the latest must-have bag [and] whose hair and nails are perfectly groomed”.

The interweb says this about the yummy mummy set….

‘They would have several children and yet remain a “girl-about-town”, dressing fashionably and appearing well-groomed and carefree.

‘It was reported in 2008 that celebrity yummy mummies were contributing to levels of depression in young mothers, making new mothers feel “saggy, baggy and depressed” about their own bodies.

‘Glamorous girls who shop and lunch their way through pregnancy, proudly displaying their little bumps like the latest designer handbag. They generally see pregnancy as an opportunity to buy a whole new wardrobe with a team of personal shoppers on hand.

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‘Yummy mummies disguise bleary eyes with Gucci sunglasses and recommend pregnancy to female friends as a fabulous way to detox.

‘Of course, they are sensible, and understand motherhood means making sacrifices, like and reducing the 90mm heel on their Prada shoes to sensible 65mm.’

And that is the end of the Soccer Mom / Yummy Mummy discussion because I’ve just got to pop off and have a detox drink, whilst removing my 4 inch heels. :)

Toodle pip!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 132

If I wasn’t in the States what would I have been doing in the UK?

I got asked this question by a few Americans at the Wine in the Woods event yesterday.

I paused.
I pondered.

And I replied with the utmost certainty in my voice: ‘Watching the Eurovision Song Contest.’

The Americans were confused. ‘What’s that?” they asked.

Their confusion grew as I proceeded to describe a camp, almost-60 year old ‘song’ competition held between European countries that is more about politics than music, where camp is adored and appreciated and mundane should not exist.

And as I have caught up on the show that happened last night in Denmark, one thought pestered me: I’m not sure some Americans would get this…..

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Maybe I’m wrong, and all our American cousins do get it. But it seems to me to be very, very European in its approach and content, very tongue in cheek, very camp, very self-depricating….just not the sort of thing some Americans would feel comfortable with. Sure, some British don’t like it / get it, and I know Americans who love Ru Paul and drag shows and all that jazz, but there is something inherently European about this show.

I can’t imagine it ever translating well into the American market – even if Simon Cowell had a stab at it with all 50 states competing against each other. I imagine it would be a very proper, very serious contest.

Anyway, American chums, here is a taste of what Eurovision is all about….. (you may want to sit down for this).

Romania :) : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OV3xp5ZXSYA

The Winner: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6mnUCP6FMM

Moldova: http://www.eurovision.tv/page/multimedia/videos?id=87323

Finland (she’s promoting same-sex marriage – watch to the end!): http://www.eurovision.tv/page/multimedia/videos?id=87313

Check this link for more crazy, embarrassing and wonderfully odd moments of the show over the years.

Gawd love it, the Eurovision Song Contest!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 131

Wino in the Woods

Yep, we did Wine in the Woods yesterday, so this blog comes to you with a large cup of tea and aspirin on the side.

I went in on a press pass, which was an ace way to spend the day – photographing and chatting to people whilst sampling wine. My write up is in the Baltimore Post Examiner – see it here: The Wonderful World of Wine in the Woods

We had our very own Wine in the Woods tour guide – Tom. He showed us how it works, what to do, how not to get totally annhiliated in the first hour and how to make the most of our day. Plus, we got to go in the VIP tent, which meant that when it did rain, we had not a care in the world!

Some people diss Wine in the Woods, but that’s okay – we enjoyed it loads. We almost headed over to the Beer Festival at Clydes too, but were too late to join in the revels there. Wine and beer together tho…… now I’m glad we did not make it, after all!

Totally brillopads – I met Ken Ulman, Executive of Howard County, and his lovely wife, Jaki. Their kids go to the same school Harry is going to next year, so we are totally going to hook up for playdates and BBQS!

We meet Ken and Jaki!

We meet Ken and Jaki!

Ken is a bit of a king in these parts. He is my age and as County Executive he has made this lovely commitment to the citizens of Howard County: ‘make good government even better’.

At the time he made this statement, Ulman was 32 – the youngest County Executive ever elected in Maryland. Residents responded to his energy and ideas, and in 2010, Ulman was sworn in for a second term. Lucky for Howard County, I say.

His website says: ‘Ulman and his administration continue to follow through on that promise by strengthening core priorities such as public safety and education, finding efficiencies within government, exercising sound fiscal management, protecting our environment, and creating a healthier and more vibrant community.’

Hurrah for Ken!

Rain!

Rain!

Some lovely wines to choose from :)

Some lovely wines to choose from :)

Ain't that cute?

Ain’t that cute?

My commemorative Wine in the Woods glass

My commemorative Wine in the Woods glass

:)

:)

Thanks Ken, and very lovely it was too!

Thanks Ken, and very lovely it was too!

The throngs!

The throngs!

Just some of the wonderful people there!

Just some of the wonderful people there!

We chose our wine and sat down to put the world to rights!

We chose our wine and sat down to put the world to rights!

A dry rose

A dry rose

It's not just wine at the festival - and Harry's not impressed :)

It’s not just wine at the festival – and Harry’s not impressed :)

Wine sampling

Wine sampling

Winery wine

Winery wine

Press pass!

Press pass!

The queues were long!

The queues were long!

Cheers!

Cheers!

McMansionVille

Some areas where we live have massive houses. Not just massive, they are like mansion massive.

And I hear it has been christened ‘McMansionville’. An excellent name.

So I just wanted to share with you this property that is on the market currently.

It has two kitchens! Who the hell needs two kitchens unless you live in Downton Effing Abbey? One kitchen is hard enough to clean.

These houses are crazy big. Who would buy a house like this one, I wonder…..perhaps one of the Real Desperate Housewives….?

Ah, the sweeping staircase - just like the Ewings have :)

Ah, the sweeping staircase – just like the Ewings have :)

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 130

Preakness Festival!

Um, what is Preakness? This is Preakness:

The Preakness Stakes is an American flat Thoroughbred horse race held on the third Saturday in May each year at Pimlico Race Course in Baltimore, Maryland. It is a Grade I race run over a distance of 9.5 furlongs on dirt and is the second leg of the US Triple Crown, with the Kentucky Derby preceding it and the Belmont Stakes following it. The horse must win all three races to win the Triple Crown.

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The 138th running of the Preakness Stakes will take place on May 18th, 2013.

Did I attend a horsey thingy then?

Nope! I attended a balloon thingy instead to mark Preakness! How we love a mini-festival!

The hot air balloon festival event, now known as a ‘balloon glow’, was invented in Albuquerque in 1979, when local pilots inflated balloons on Christmas Eve night as a thank you to local residents.

The sight of balloons lit from within at night like giant holiday ornaments is breathtaking, it has been said, and glow events are now held all over the world.

The Preakness Celebration Balloon Festival that I went to continues the hot air balloon glow tradition by presenting two balloon glows. Up to twenty hot air balloons participated in this balloon glow event at Turf Valley. (Actually we got no glow going on, but who cares!!)

And very awesome it was too!

Giant funny balloons

Giant funny balloons

Balloooooooons!

Balloooooooons!

Turf Valley

Turf Valley

A beautiful summer's evening

A beautiful summer’s evening

Inside a balloon

Inside a balloon

:)

:)

At Preakness you can drink out of brown paper bags... :)

At Preakness you can drink out of brown paper bags… :)

Oh yes. And we saw this……

No words....

No words….

Lovely Martin

So what’s my lovely Martin O’Malley, his hotness of Maryland been up to recently? I think we need an update….

Today he signed a gun-control bill at a bill-signing ceremony. The measure includes a provision requiring handgun purchasers to submit fingerprints to get a license.

The bill bans 45 types of assault weapons, but apparently people who own them now will be able to keep them.

The measure also bans gun ownership by people who have been involuntarily committed to a mental health facility.

Maryland State Police will be able to suspend the licenses of gun dealers who fail to comply with recordkeeping obligations.

The bill is scheduled to take effect from 1 October this year.

And so that is what Martin is doing, as well as being hot, and doing funky rock God stuff, and looking like this:

I love your politics, Martin, but I think I'd love your rock 'n' roll even more....

I love your politics, Martin, but I think I’d love your rock ‘n’ roll even more….

Harry’s got an American thing going on

‘Mummy, even though I am an Englishman, I am a little bit of an American-man too.’

‘I suppose you are….’

‘And I keep picking up invisible things….’

‘Do you?’

‘Yes, I do. I have picked up an American accent, haven’t I, and that’s invisible.’

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 129

Amused, bemused, confused….

1. Cabs…what cabs?

It is soooooooooooooooo hard to get cabs here in Howard County. I shall never, ever again bemoan the UK’s public transport system, because at least you can get from town to town or city to town and back again on a bus or a train. Not here – well, not easily.

And because there is no public transport, you try the cab firms for a lift…….

I have concluded that the cabs here officially SUCK. They won’t take your call, or if they do they put the phone down, then they can’t be bothered or can’t understand us, or just don’t want to drive anywhere and pick you up.

I might open up my own cab firm, just to show them how it works.

It’s kind of odd, because in the cities we have visited the cabs were great – let’s not forget my excitement at seeing the Yellow Cab in New York – iconic!

I love a yellow cab - bring them to HoCo!

I love a yellow cab – bring them to HoCo!

No wonder there is a little bit of a thing for drinky-driving in some areas…….it’s because you can’t get cabs for love nor money.

(And for the record, they do not understand British Cockney, Northern or even Home Counties accents if they don’t want to! By the time you’ve spelled out the address for them, you might as well have walked home……) ;)

2. Naughty ways people find my blog

Some people just stumble across my blog by tapping other search terms into Google. This most recent search term amused me: ‘hot housewife in leather.uk’. How disappointed they must have been to have found my ramblings instead.

This is a real Desperate Housewife in REAL LEATHER for the man who was searching for one :)

This is a real Desperate Housewife in REAL LEATHER for the man who was searching for one :)

3. SNAKE!

This venomous Northern Copperhead was spotted by a friend in her garden. WFT? Venomous snakes whilst I’m in my flip flops and Daisy Dukes. No thanks, ever so much…..

Runnnnnnnnn!

Runnnnnnnnn!

4. Another murder in HoCo

Howard County is SAFE. It really is one of the safest places in the USA.

In 2012, there were a total of four ‘homicides’ in Howard County.

However, another man was killed last night after being shot multiple times in the town centre of Columbia.

This homicide is the third in less than two weeks in Howard County. On May 4, 47-year-old Deborah Castellano was found shot to death near the Oakland Mills Village Center. Police arrested her ex-boyfriend, Ryan Matthias, in North Carolina on May 11, he is set to be extradited to Maryland to face charges in Castellano’s murder.

And the community is still in shock over lovely gent and local blogger Dennis Lane. We can’t quite get our heads around this one. Please take some time to read my friend Tom’s blog, which pays a wonderful tribute to Dennis.

Lovely Dennis

Lovely Dennis

Sad times.

5. Radio station controversy!

If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you’ll know I’ve struggled to find a radio station that I like out here. I’m a BBC Radio 2 gal back in the UK, and nothing was fitting that mould in America-ca-ca. I wanted music (from Lynyrd Skynyrd to Pink) and news (current affairs and little bit of popular culture) and conversation (but not too much).

I found Mix 107.3 and thought I had reached as near to my requirements as I could get. But then it all fell apart. The husky voiced Brooke Ryan left the morning show, so my school run in the morning was a bit less fun, and then Jack Diamond headed out too, so that was the end of that. I tried the new morning show, but it was just a bunch of self-indulgent people chatting on and on and on (and even I was offended by some of the stuff they were spouting forth), plus there was no music in a whole 25 minutes (not good), so I have been switching between stations constantly over the past two weeks.

Then I happened to tune in again this very morning, and listened with joy to the uproar of the Washington DC and Maryland radio-listening community. They hate the new show – I mean REALLY hate it (only a few exceptions). It’s crude, childish and just painful to listen to.

It's not funny and it sure ain't clever!

It’s not funny and it sure ain’t clever!

Here’s what the listeners are saying on the Mix1073FM FB site:

‘I understand this is a business and I don’t blame you or hate you for what has happen on Mix 107.3 Any rational person should understand it’s a business and change is good but it is always uncomfortable at the same time. I am a Military vet who wore the uniform for 21yrs and I am one who understands that “change” is a necessary part of life. At the same time, even though it was not your (sic) doing, all of you could be a bit more professional about it. Mocking the listeners who called to voice their concerns after YOU invited them and even offered money is a childish thing. I get it, you are “edgy shows, a PG-13 Show” but at the same time understand that the listeners of the JDMS were not given a warning or a learning process. As professionals I would hope all of you would act your age and give your profession a bit more respect.’

‘Not impressed by the mocking and crude remarks. The Jack-Off Comment was crossing the line. I know Bert was not the one who said it.. But ,,,,, It was really low class. I give up not going to listen to it anymore. After 24 years and being one of the original 7 listners (sic). It’s over you don’t care about us, You have turnd (sic) us off, Now I turn you OFF’

‘Well I think if WRQX & Cumulus wanted to capture the 13yr – 17 yr. old male demographic in DC, NOVA & MD they signed up the right syndicated show. If the show is suppossed (sic) to be “edgey” (sic)& willing to take a few chances w/their humor”…it fails. This is DC not Atlanta & The Bert Morning Zoo gym class story telling comes up way short in market requiring a more sophisticated (smarter) approach. Clearly WRQX is targeting a very different audience or they forgot what city their in. What works in Alpharetta, GA doesn’t always transalte (sic) to Arlington, VA’

Ooh, such controversy! I’ve been tweeting Brooke Ryan about it as I need to say my piece too – see the right handside of my blog for my tweets. (I also want to go and hang out with Brooke in DC and have cocktails, because she looks like SUPER fun, so when she reads this, if she doesn’t get back to me and take me out for drinkies in DC so that I can blog all about it, I will be a very disappointed Desperate Housewife ;) )

It's your round Brooke - mine's a Mojito, please :)

It’s your round Brooke – mine’s a Mojito, please :)

Check out the new show, called The Bert Show, for yourselves…….and make your own mind up!

Chris Evans, Simon Mayo, Radio 2 – all is forgiven….I’m tuning in now for the Drive Time show :)

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