Radio

The DJ's voice was smooth, like butter melting into a freshly-toasted crumpet.
He was currently doing the weekly chart countdown and was being listened to by millions.
Peter Kay was possibly sitting in his bedroom recording it all on C90 cassettes.
The normally jovial tone of the DJ disappeared as he came back on air at the end of a song.
"You know what?" he asked no listener in particular. "I'm sick of this. This chart is nonsense. It's full of mass-produced, sugar-coated nonsense."
The music stopped playing. In days gone by a needle would have scraped across a record.
"Just looking ahead, there are 15 songs in the top 20 that are related to that prick with the TV talent show. He's making a fortune from this and it's all bollocks."
There was a squeak as the DJ got out of his seat and then the sound of footsteps. Finally there was the click of a door being locked.
"This is it," he said.
There was a single gunshot, followed by lots of panic as producers and other radio workers frantically tried to enter the locked studio.
It was estimated that around 6 million people heard the radio suicide.