10Vince donned his usual working garb—jeans, open necked shirt and ancient leather bomber jacket; swallowed some coffee and fed the beast. He then grabbed the newspaper and a handful of CDs, jumped into Benny and headed off across town at breakneck speed. By the time he parked in front of the Royal Hotel, ran down the side laneway and arrived at the studios of Breakers FM, it was exactly one minute to nine. The term ‘studios’ was overstating things a little; there was only one, and it was tiny and equipped with second-hand gear that had been begged, borrowed or stolen.
The red ‘On Air’ light was glowing, so Vince waited outside. Through the small window in the studio door he could see Allan in the guest chair, obviously waiting to take over the panel at the end of Heather Tancredi’s break
