Now here's some DJs that have proved memorable for me for a variety of reasons, and also have me conjecturing that they have had the pleasure at one point or another in their lives, and have also judiciously avoided an early demise unlike the subject of the song...:
Cousin Brucie, one of the 35 "5th Beatles"
Michael Tierson (center) who always seemed to catch the correct vibe of what was on the menu - an affable chap., sounded like he was laying down...
Jimmy Saville, straight from the pages of the Beano, knighted and beknighted (for his looks)
...and Soupy Sales, sire of Tony and Hunt friend to Pookie and White Fang, but who got his start in radio.
