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Gerry Anderson on the Radio - Tuesday 7 October 2003

Listening to Gerry Anderson on Radio Ulster this morning - THE best programme, anywhere, on radio.
    One of his phone-in guests says, "I was at a wedding in Rome last weekend and I was mugged.  They took everything - even my comb, and a packet of Rennies!  Italian police are now looking for a long-haired Roman suffering from dyspepsia!"
    I love the humour.  Gerry's programme (10.30 am - 12 noon, GMT weekdays, Radio Ulster) is full of it.  Chit-chat with all sorts of oul' characters.  You need to have Northern Irish humour and accent to understand / appreciate it fully.
    As I type an old guy called Geordie says about a woman, "She had a face that would turn milk sour!"


A couple of days later I heard Gerry tell this story.
"I was brought up in Derry, in poverty, livin' in a wee narrow street, at the top of which at nighttime lurked a few ladies of the night - well, you get that in every port.  Jobs were scarce, 'n you have to put food on the table.
   
I used to be sent by my mother to get fish and chips at the top of the street, and I got to know the girls very well.
    One night I was coming back home with a parcel of chips and as I passed an alleyway I noticed one of the girls standing there, leaning against a wall.  
'Hello Kitty!' I said.  
'Ah! hello Gerry," she replied, "Giv'us one of your chips --- Oh! Has that wee sailor gone!?' "

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