in the early days of the Jakarta Comedy club, I had the chance to host a radio show every Friday night 5:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. with my friends Steve Dodgson and Fred Aloysius. We had fun and enjoyed speaking a mixture of Indonesian and English on the air, and the audience seemed to enjoy it, too. I'm sure our foreign accents and mistakes in Indonesia caused much hilarity among the Indonesian public, but we did not care. It was part of the fun and we in turn tease our Indonesian counterparts when they spoke poor or heavily accented English. After we teased a caller without pity for a few minutes, she said: "I'm sorry, my Ingliss not good" We sympathized and wished him Ingliss a speedy recovery she did not know what we were talking
When we started doing the show, we would arrive very early to prepare our content and theme for our interlocutors to talk. We do research on the Internet and take everything very seriously and ask ourselves how we would fill three hours in the air. when the station has canceled all his shows and went bankrupt, we show two minutes before we had to go on the air and the three-hour show seems like three minutes. We talked about everything what came to mind and played all our favorite music (illegally, it turned out) and the public could call and have fun with us every chance they got. happy days and lots of fun.
One week we decided to make a parody show "Agony Aunt" as a joke and encourage people to call with silly and funny relationship problems. We brought the wife of one of our friends to act as Agony Aunt and we called Dr. Suze, a play on the name of a famous American sex counselor. We told the audience that she was on the show to meet all their personal and intimate personal issues and we thought it would be funny to have people call to ask joke questions about anything they thought maybe funny.
In order to avoid dealing with nuts on the air and prevent inappropriate content go to the masses, each live radio program producer in the next room, which reviews all appeals before that they are placed in communication with DJs. After we announced the theme of the show and introduced Dr. Suze, the table lit up like a Christmas tree. We rubbed our hands with enthusiasm and I announced that we had our first contact with a question for Dr. Suze. The producer looked at me through the glass with big eyes and shook his head, mouth the word "no" and shaking hands simultaneously. I am confused. We killed time while he went to the next call. Same result. And the next and the next, until finally I had to play a song and go to the booth to see what was happening.
Apparently, our public had not picked up on the fact that it was a comedy show and we were joking. Our poor producer was bright red and sweating, mortified by what he heard in response to his question, "What would you ask Mr. Suze?" He was very nice, young, innocent Indonesian man and less five minutes he had learned more about sexual lady bits and perversions that would otherwise have learned throughout his life. I sent him out of the canteen and told him to take a cup of hot tea. he wandered . a daze, muttering under his breath when he reached the door, he turned to me and said: "I'm getting married ..." I never know exactly what he meant by that .
I returned to the studio and asked Steve and Fred to call some of our expatriate friends and arrange for them to call a separate number with joke questions and relevant comments about the silliness of agony Aunts. Everything was fine after that, but we certainly played with fire and we nearly got burned. It seems there is certainly room for a real Aunt Agony in Indonesia!