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Seeing as I announced to my colleagues at breakfast that I was going to write my memoirs then I better get started.

We were on an outside broadcast at The Beachball in Aberdoch last night. Ten minutes prior to live transmission on The Nations Favourite Radio Station, The Boogie Bugle Big Band starts playing and immediately, power is lost to the house. My comms to the radio truck fall silent, as the transmitter lies side of stage and is powered via the stage crate. The monitor engineer looks very panicked. I run out to the truck just as Paul is running in, having lost audio and camera and audio feeds in the truck.

Power is quickly restored two minutes prior to transmission. I can hear over my headset that in a catalogue of bad luck, the producer’s talkback isn’t working.  She is unable to warn the venue front of house engineer to hold back on fading up the Nations Favourite News Bulletin before the show starts. I make a dash for it, but I am not able to get there in time.  When I reach the front of house desk, the news is already up in the venue and the audience are being subjected to the details of footballer Steve Guest’s critical illness.  Nothing like bad news to get you in the jazz mood.  The concert was a storm though.