That brings back memories WJ. I can still recall operating the control panel with my finger on the dump button ready to bleep more foul language from Mark Fine who is now on SEN. I also recall several girls in the corridor outside the studio ignoring me each week, which I couldn't understand as I was quite good looking in those days. My ego took a severe dent and it only recovered when you told me they were members of the Lesbian Radio show. I can also recall several top sportsmen and sportswomen being interviewed on our show, which incidentally was called the Super Summer Sports Show, which we started in the middle of winter, wondering what on earth they were doing on our show. They were indeed fun times.
The Yeats story is true and I recall if we had our way, Wayne Johnson, Graham Whitnall and then maybe his son Lance, Ray Byrne and others would have played for the Dees. We got them all to commit to the Dees but the club for one reason or another was unable to secure them.
Lastly I miss my late mate Greg "Nightlife" Korn, whose life ended far too early. You are right, he would have loved Demonland and would have been so excited about the future of the mighty Dees. If I can share one funny story with Demonlanders, I recall the day Nightlife decided to join our little cricket match at the local school ground. The teams were comprised of fathers and their young sons playing with a tennis ball. Nightlife who was a fair cricketer turned up in his creams and was surprized to find everyone else in shorts and thongs. His turn to bat came and he strode to the wicket in a manner resembling Greg Chappell in his heyday. On reaching the stumps he took block and the 7 year old umpire did his best to give him centre. He perused the field purposefully memorizing each fielder and deciding where he would hit his first six. Then it was time to receive his first ball and the 6 year old bowler in thongs steamed in, tennis ball in hand and bowled a lollypop. Nightlife stepped forward swung his bat and heard the sound of his stumps dislodging and the bails hitting the pitch. He tucked his bat under his arm and strode off back to the pavilion, which was in fact a bench, to join his team mates on the batting side. I was by this stage rolling around on the ground and laughing so hard that I [censored] my shorts. It remains my funniest sporting memory to this day. RIP Nightlife.