"Dear Gay, Can I let off a bit of steam? I’m here all alone. I have no friends that I can talk to. It was wonderful to switch on the radio this morning and hear your signature tune. I forgot about my depression for two hours. Thank you for that.”
And so it began, much like the previous morning, and the one before that: The opening lines of a letter from a concerned mother to The Gay Byrne Show back in the 1980s.
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