the radio shed

It's like a cross between Monty Python, The Goons and Peter Kay. - Detours
The Radio Shed, born in the depths of Brian's Gran's back yard on a cold miserable August night in the rain clouted fields of Hyde, or was it France? Brian Mitchell cried the day Rae Leeson turned up and ate his last rolo, But Gran saw there was more to this than met her good eye and made them play nicely with each other until tea time… the rest is his story erm, History! Many have tried to stop them but they still turn up every Saturday 12 – 2pm to plague the interweb with this Shed of wonder and we all wonder why they bother!
Even their listener seems to want more Radio Shed, we hear him shouting from the roof top of the Urbis when will it stop!!!Brian Mitchell a DJ from the depths of despondency "rocking a fat one" during Saturday lunchtime as we believe no one listens at this time. Held up – all be it with the aid of a large car jack – by the one and only "thankfully" Rae Leeson, who learnt his DJ skills from Brian's Gran and some Kid they found with a new fancy iphone. Yes, it's a mess, we hear you cry, but at least you don't have to listen! They make us listen, even if we have a doctor's note…



"Its rubbish" - Brian's Gran