The phone rang, mid-morning. It was KUVO.

Carlos, the programme director and host of "Midday At The Oasis" had to get some emergency dental work that morning. Could I come to the rescue, and do his show for him? Of course I could. I'm unemployed. What else am going to be doing?

So, I got there with less than 10 mins to spare, not a problem for a seasoned pro like me. I put the first disc in and cue it up.

I chatted to Susan about what trailers I needed to play, for shows later that day. Meanwhile, the midday news was on (via satellite).

The news ends, and it's only at this point that I realise I've not got any headphones. A problem, but I can wing it through the opening break.

So, I start my show, "Hey kids and kittens, welcome to Midday at the Oasis, I'm Max Turner and for the next three hours..." etc. Ending with, "And from the album Steamin', this is Miles Davis, with a track called Salt Peanuts", and fire off the first record.

It was at this point, Erik (who was hanging out in the ) points out that I'd not switched the news off, so what went out on-air, was a battle between my banter, and extra news from NPR.

"Shit!" I exclaim, and punch the button to kill the satellite feed.

It's at this point I realise, I've left my mic open.

Luckily, no-one called to complain. Thinking about it, I was about 2ft from the mic, so it would have been a lot quieter than normal, and the Miles Davis tune being played would have drowned it out.

I checked afterwards, and Nanci in the office was listening. She says she heard me competing with the extended news, but didn't hear me curse.

The irony of this story? Earlier that very morning, Tim and I had been discussing the Fox News clip I'd posted last week, and we ended with Tim warning me to watch my language on-air, and my laughing at the very notion of such stupidity on my part.