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What he does: Presents and writes (when he can be arsed) the show.
Quote: "McCain lost the presidential race. Do you suppose he's now got a chip on his shoulder?"
Biog: A naive young whelp, from a middle class family in the London suburbs, with a public school education, Mark was a time bomb waiting to be set. His cries of 'Dulwich College is utter shit,' and 'oh mother, not the cellar, it's so dark and cold' went unnoticed.
Through a mixture of good luck and almost supernatural intelligence, Mark excelled in his studies, pathing his way for a place at Exeter, literally one of the Universities in Britain. His first year remains a blur of drunken senility, yet somehow he joined URE.
As the only DJ who could work a CD player, Mark was voted in as head of music and did a jolly good job. Now one of the most senior members, and doing an MA, he can smugly look on as others feebly try to replicate his genius. Mark's greatest achievements include having backstage drinks with Cerys of Catatonia, kicking Tommy from Space during an interview and recording live sessions with many top flight bands.
Mark has done two citywide broadcasts, in 1998 on the late show, where the number of times he encountered police involvement remains a record, and in 1999 on the midmorning show and as a Challenge Anarchist. He also did a lovely little jingle package for Tommy Dyre's late night talk show.
Mark frequently speaks in the third person, and is currently script writing 'The Which Blair Project', a satire on America's ignorance of British Primeministers, filmed in a documentary style. |
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