So today I presented my first solo radio show, broadcast live on ITTfm. On my day off. And it was terrible. So that’s one regret for my deathbed!
I thought I would have been good at it. Historically I’ve done pretty well when it comes to the radio but today I was stiff and unfunny.
I think it’s because I was scripted. I’m not brave enough to try unscripted because I fear I’ll forget how to speak English, or any other intelligible language for that matter.
Or maybe it’s because I was solo; on my toblerown. There was no one to play off of or shift the blame onto when things went wrong. But hey, they didn’t seem to hate my show so much – although it probably helps that the listernership is very very low.
It crossed my mind in the past that I might want to be a radio presenter when I grow up (if ever), but I’m just not sure that I’m cut out for it. I’d have to try a few shows, unscripted, and see how I do before I go and alter my already-foggy career-path.
Maybe I should start a podcast, just as practise?
But wait, let’s be real; I know nothing about podcasts.
I don’t even know where you find them in Internet Land. And what do they even talk about? I’m sure I’m neither entertaining nor educational enough to man my own podcast/show/thingymabob, but it would sure be wild to try!
…Just so that when I graduate I might feel like I have at least one potential career-option that isn’t starving artist!