There's nothing worse than listening to some fat skank, warbling on like a dying rhino with a tree log up its arse. I fucking hate it, and it does my head in.
So I hatched a plan while he was out one day, and here's what you do to overcome the dilemma, and get a bit of peace back into your life.
The offending radio:

Take a bit of normal electrical wire and strip off the plastic insulation.

Fold the wire into half, then half again. Locate the headphone jack and force the wire into the socket.

Stuff the wire down until you hear the music stop.

After returning from his outing he'll ask you what happened to the radio....
Me: "I dunno, it just stopped, maybe there's a power cut at the station or something."
Boss fiddles with radio.
Boss: "There's power to it."
Boss fiddles with tuning knob.
Me: " That's wierd, there's power to it but no volume."
Boss fiddles with every other switch and knob.
Boss kicks radio.
Boss unplugs radio and casts aside on unused desk.
Me: "Wierd."
The outcast and offending piece of electronic equipment.

The ulimate result!
