All The Platters That Matter

I attended a party this past Saturday eve at the handsome Wesley Anne. There I had good fortune to speak to, among squid partners and birthday girls, a young lady who was looking excellently pregnant for the second time. Whilst mulling with her the creeping feeling that world is hurtling into some serious trouble at our hands, she slipped in a startling chestnut (yes...chestnuts can be startling...particularly if they tap you on the shoulder whilst you are concentrating). She had been out powering walking on a weekday evening not so very long ago and listening to 3RRR as she gave her cardiovascular system, and that of her unborn child, a beneficial workout.

What should she hear but Hinny which was subsequently complimented by the disk jockey. Admittedly I only think it was Hinny because she said the song had a girls name...like Jenny. She is sure it wasn't Richard Moffat who played it but it was at 6:30 in the evening and it was a dude...who could it have been? And how exciting.