Last night I went with Alperşan, one of my new Osmaniye friends, to a local radio station (RadyoRenk, 96.3 FM) to record some jingles for his show (“On the air with Alperşan,” stuff like that).
While we were getting the studio equipment ready for the recordings, one of the other DJs launched into a, shall we say, ahem, kind of graphic story about a woman he was, ahem, “with.”
Later we realized one of the microphones had been left on.
Oops.
(by the way, the woman’s name was not mentioned, we were in the studio in the wee hours of the morning, and the microphone that was on was feeding one of the secondary transponders that served a fairly sparsely-populated area)