Encounters With A Stranger
Three nights a week, eleven until three. That was my hours, playing smooth jazz on the local radio station to an audience that could not sleep. I suppose I was one of them. I enjoyed it. It passed on those hours that I used to spend chatting to strangers on the internet whilst my husband slept peacefully in our bed. Atleast he knew where I was. I had been a DJ for three months. I was surprised I got the job after the interview. The station was one of several city stations that reached out to...