We used to be part of a college radio show on WJRH called Bulgarian Hoo-hah, where there were two very different perspectives - one, a guy from Bulgaria who liked to play nothing but techno, and me, a guy from the U.S. who liked to play nothing but alternative rock. Needless to say, we ended up yelling at each other more during the breaks about how awful we thought each other's music was, but people did enjoy listening to us if they could pick us up - considering the broadcasting power amounted to a local listener radius of about a can of soup, there really wasn't a lot we could do.
The best part of the show were the PSAs. Now, we were required to play two full minutes of PSAs per hour. We never did. At most, playing two minutes per hour, usually half that. But we never chose PSAs that were all that useful. Instead, we found a reggae version of a song about making lemonade out of lemons that life might hand to you, and an announcement about housing discrimination against Chinese immigrants that was completely dubbed in Chinese. These were provided in the PSA stack the station gave to us, so we were completely fulfilling our committment by playing them. Still though . . . hilarious.