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Version: 2017-12-07
For Sarah, Ruby and Lois.
The three brightest stars in my world.
Love you, always.
Can you imagine what it would be like to have your very own radio show?
Just think about it for a moment.
You could do whatever you wanted, say what you wanted, and get your listeners to do ANYTHING.
Well, thatâs me. Spike Hughes. Living the dream. Surfing the radio airwaves from my garden shed at Number 27 Crow Crescent.
And the Secret Shed Show is live on air right now â¦
âSpike, you cannot do this!â begged my radio-show producer, Holly.
âOh yes, I can,â I replied.
The song came to an end. Time to speak. I suddenly remembered watching this old documentary with my dad about a motorcycle daredevil called Evel Knievel. He would jump over things on his motorbike. Cars, buses and planes. He even once tried to jump across thirteen London buses at Wembley Stadium. I felt like him, about to try to make that jump.
The MIC LIVE sign turned bright red, meaning we were on air. I spoke into the mic.
âSo, who of you listening right now is brave enough to go and get one of your Christmas presents from under the tree, without anyone catching you, and open it up live on the show? Just grab one and call us right away!â
âThis is a really bad idea,â said Artie, but I could see he was trying to swallow down his laughter as producer Holly scowled at us both.
A few months ago, after the whole school strike situation,>1 I had promised them both I would take it easy, but whatâs the point in having your own radio show if you canât have a bit of fun every once in a while?
I could see we had callers eager to take part in my âbad ideaâ. I picked one.
âHello, youâre live on the Secret Shed Show. Who is this?â
âHi, Radio Boy and the team.â
Artie and Holly mumbled back a very strained âHiâ, making it very clear they still didnât approve of what I was doing. Artie is my radio-show sidekick and he also picks all the music. He doesnât really want to be a famous DJ like me. Heâs just here because he likes being part of it. Holly is my producer because sheâs the smartest out of the three of us. They are my best friends, and my only friends. I guess itâs like being in a band together. Does that make Artie the triangle player?