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Tune into BBC Radio 5 Live football phone-in 6-0-6 any evening and you’ll invariably hear the same voices offering the same opinions. The pompous golf club bore pontificating indignantly about yet another Cristiano Ronaldo triple axel with pike. The slow-witted Big Four flat-earther who thinks the relegation trapdoor is a thick black line above Everton. The barely sentient Liverpool fan, whose inarticulate opinions are so moronic you’re left wondering how it was that somebody so evidently in need of community care could possibly have been let loose on the national airwaves.
The listeners who call in are often worse. If being subjected to the tedious bluster of presenters Alan Green, Tim Lovejoy and the byword for haplessness that is Spoony doesn’t convince you that getting in among your radio with a claw-hammer is a good idea, then the echoed insanity of Gavin on the A38 who forgot to turn down his car stereo almost certainly will.
It wasn’t always like this. Having quickly realised that broadcasting a successful football phone-in show without input from the kind of cranks who like to call football phone-in shows was always likely to be a non-runner, BBC suits opted for the next best scenario by installing Danny Baker as the original ringmaster of the 6-0-6 circus in the early nineties.
Fed up with missing Millwall’s away matches, he left for a stint on Radio 1 in 1993, then returned to the relaunched Radio 5 Live in 1996, only to lose his job a year later. In the wake of comically savage attacks on Birmingham City managing director Karren Brady and the then Tottenham Hotspur chairman Alan Sugar, the straw that did for the camel’s lumbar region was some rather robust midweek criticism of referee Mike Reed, who had just awarded Chelsea a penalty for a 116th minute Erland Johnsen dive that resulted in Leicester City being unfairly eliminated from the FA Cup.

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Yesterday, a small contingency from the City Paper office made is way up Hwy. 17 for a special “sound check” preview of the band-new Hard Rock Park in Myrtle Beach (211 George Bishop Parkway). We were impressed with the handsome layout, which stretched around a central lake from the reggae-themed beach party area
The intense Zep ride stood at 15 stories high, kicked off with a 65 m.p.h. drop, and looped around through six inversions — all to the tune of “Whole Lotta Love.” It was one the biggest attractions and it will surely become the most popular ride and a must-ride for thrill-seekers.
At a more peaceful pace, “Nights in White Satin: The Trip” was a slow-rolling, psychedelic, indoor ride set to the music of the Moody Blues, replete with 3-D glasses.
There were plenty of amusing diversions, game rooms, and mini parks aimed at kids: a “punk pit” inflatable bounce room, a splashy Reggae River Falls jungle gym, a laid-back Shake Rattle ’n’ Roller coaster ride, a musical ice skating show called “Country on the Rocks,” and various playgrounds and arcades. Three wide-eyed mascots called the “Bear Metal Family” waved to kids along the pathways.
At 9 p.m., the “Bohemian Rhapsody Fireworks Show” dazzled the entire park from the middle of the lake with a choreographed display set to the classic Queen anthem.
Be aware: the food is surprisingly good — especially the smoked chicken, mac ’n’ cheese, and the pulled pork barbecue at the Rockabilly BBQ and the desserts at the Amp’d coffee house by the main entrance.
Beware: the beer is terribly over-priced, unless you invest in a huge, plastic Hard Rock Park thermos (with which refills are cheaper). I paid $7.50 for a 16-ounce plastic cup of Bass Ale at the Whammy Bar at the end of the night while Murrells Inlet rock band Ten Toes Up jammed on the patio.

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