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Cue track 1 side 2 of Dark Side Of The Moon.....or for those of you too young to remember vinyl, track 6 of your CD. Money is many things apparently. It’s a gas, it’s a hit, it’s a crime, and it’s the root of all evils. One thing I know for sure is that it definitely isn’t mine.

I also know that it can be a cause of conflict and a cause of many an estrangement. That’s not going to be my focus in this column though because no-one really wants to hear any of the crap stories I have that they also probably have lingering in their own families somewhere. For once I have a rant! (Yes I am being sarcastic when I say ‘for once’).

Let’s set up a scenario.......let’s say you are a part of a highly successful, advertiser rich, company supported, radio presenting duo. Let’s go a little further and assume that during an on-air appeal for donations for some poor little sick cabbage, you mention you’d stump up a large sum of your own green for said sick cabbage.

Am I wrong to think that if you made this on air pledge of financial support, you would thereby be obligated to honour that, or possibly be exposed later as a complete and utter ‘K’ word?

Of course the object of my monetary vitriol is Kyle Sandilands and no he hasn’t yet provided quite enough ammunition to substitute his own given name into the place of the word I mentioned.

It isn’t often that I can find myself in agreement with people like Ray Hadley, Lisa Wilkinson or a Premier of New South Wales, but when is the radio-listening public (which I, admittedly, have not been a member of for quite a long time) going to draw a line in the sand, vote with their ears and get this puerile villain, and his airhead sidekick, off the nation’s airwaves?

I don’t know whether I am becoming an early candidate for curmudgeon status, but last month’s lie detector segment sickened me when I read about it, and today, reading about the disabled-kid-donations-gone-missing-or-simply-not-paid-argh-bastard-headbutt-if-I-see-you-in-St-Kilda-you-nasty-creature made me choke on my cigarette. I’m pretty used to our local media making me angry. It’s been happening for years. There is a long line of wankers who have fronted radio or television in Australia that have pissed me off (Ray, Eddie, John, the other Ray, Tracey, etc) but it seems that this year two of the current high profile hosts are trying to outdo each other to piss me off. What is even more disturbing, to bring it all back to the topic on hand, is that both of them, despite their irresponsible use of the media that they are employed by, are validated by higher ratings and increased advertising revenue.

I implore all of you lovely, beautiful, sane Tribune readers to think about the media you watch or listen to, because it pains me to think that there is a media organisation out there gathering advertising revenue at the same time that grubby little scumbag Sandilands is drawing a salary from that same pool of money. And I really hate to see one of the two weeknight tabloid current-affairs-new-weight-loss-program-God!-supermarket-prices-are-high-insurance-scams-dole-bludgers-busted programs get the scoop on Sandilands reneging on his on-air promise.

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