1) Simon's retiring and what worries me is not so much Simon's future (I mean he's more-or-less English and so he can well fend for himself) but the future for Rochester. What will Rochesterians do of a morning? Who can tell, but the outlook looks bleak out there, why, in a few years every single one of them will have just drifted away leaving their blank, empty houses; gaping windows open to the sky and the snow, and the low, forgotten hissing of their forlorn and useless radios.

2) Ahh! I remember, back in the old days: in the mid-eighties; when I actually lived in Ro-cha-cha; and recorded at the WXXI studio with real tape on big reels and there were razors, not for the chin nor for the wrist, but for editing stuff; and how Simon would never ever let me use the razors, and for the recording would always only allow me one take, and would always claim that it gave the performance 'authenticity' or something like that, though I always, rather, had a sneaking suspicion that he was just being a lazy old bugger.