| Monday, March 18, 2002 |
 | After my degree I went to the careers office. I said I was interested in sound, music and acoustics, to which they recommended a career in either deaf aids or depth sounding. So I applied for a job at Decca Records. The boss was at Lords watching cricket the day I had my appointment, but his deputy told me they didn't employ women in the recording studio.
This is the guy who turned down The Beatles, no doubt.
No doubt. I knew the BBC had a Research Department, and I knew that there was such a thing as the Radiophonic Workshop, that was credited with doing fantastic sounds for broadcast programs. People weren't generally allowed to work at the Workshop for more than three months at a time. They thought it would send people crazy.
I think it'd send me crazy.
Well, it's a beautiful way to be crazy, I can tell you.
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I cried into my washing-up when I heard he'd died.
You cried into your washing-up!?
In the days when I used to do washing-up. I've perfected my minimalist living technique so it is no longer necessary. I can cry into my…
Garlic.
Into my chopped garlic, yes.
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No, later than that. It would be '67 or '68. It was about the same time that she met John Lennon. Because when we were having our or… oh... orgy on the carpet. We had a… golly, my goodness!
I think two of the greatest regrets in my young life are 1) I am not Peter Wyngarde and 2) that I never had the opportunity, Wyngarde-fuelled or otherwise, to have dinner with Delia Derbyshire.
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