When the irrepressible Delbert Wilkins' TV career comes to an unscheduled end, he sets up a pirate radio station to rival his old, now legal, Brixton Broadcasting Corporation, controlled by Winston.
This must be a mistake, right? Geezers getting money out of banks with no questions asked and no nylon tights over their heads! I'd better check this out.' Not that Delbert Wilkins needs dosh, of course... especially when it's Winston asking for it!
The Big Brixton Posse, Delbert and Winston, is back together, out gigging again. The music's crucial, the floor is hot, the crowd is immense!
Alex's Brixton Broadcasting Cor-what-a-Bore-ration and Crucial FM are in totally fierce competition. I should be sharpening up my play-list, but my mum wants me to hang with my new stepfather, Trev - that's 'T' for 'Trouble' - 'R' for 'Rigid'!
Just because I'm laid up in hospital doesn't mean that Delbert Wilkins is out of action, right? I'm officially 'crucial' not 'critical'.
Delbert, suffering in the cause of his art, refuses to give in. 'Winston is reading this out for me, because my broken jaw's got more wire round it than Greenham Common!'