BEST RECORD: The very first one, ‘This Charming Man’. A close second was the new single by Crowded House, ‘Don’t Stop Now’.
WORST RECORD: ‘Do Ya Think I’m Sexy’. Or anything with Steve Wright singing.
WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED?: Mercury is in retrograde. The Caspian Sea is not a sea, it’s a lake. If you get TB, you’ll be hung upside down till you get better. Someone in the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea has been prosecuted for walking 11 dogs and carrying a 12th in his pocket. “Dooran Dooran” are playing at the Concert For Diana. The exchange rate in “the Eurozone” is rising. ‘Badders’ is short for Badminton. Word play is “the sort of thing Ken Bruce does”. Stuart Maconie knows an impressive amount about Anglia Television. Town planning of the late 60/early 70s wasn’t all bad. Alan Deddicoat is a Wimbledon ticket tout. Terry Wogan has pinched Alan Deddicoat’s umbrella. People have forgotten about Billy Ray Cyrus.
ENTERTAINMENT: 3/5. It’s a shame the most consummate broadcasters – Wogan and Bruce – turned up at the end of the 24 hours, when I was least receptive to bonhomie and affability. Simon Mayo’s solitary yet inspired hour of chat and music deserves to be in a much better slot. Jools Holland, however, went out of his way to not make his 60 minutes sound interesting.
INFORMATION: 2/5. In most cases it’s the wrong kind of information, and here Steve Wright is the worst offender. Who gives a shit about the temperature in Ontario, or the current conversion rate of the Euro to the dollar, or the fact that “Britain’s favourite drink is tea”? His entire show is a travesty. Sarah Kennedy’s idea of informed broadcasting is to recite the contents of the comment pages of the Daily Mail, followed by what she did for elevenses on Monday last. Vine was best at genuine human interest stories and not shameless scare-mongering. Radcliffe and Maconie go out of their way to impart information about everything under the sun plus knitwear. No complaints about the news, sport and travel reports.
MUSIC: 2/5. For all the endless vauntings in the media about the brilliance of Radio 2’s mix of music, when you listen to it properly it’s completely inconsistent. Wright, Evans and Kennedy all play a dreadful selection of records, the kind you’d find if you crossed, say, Atlantic 252 with Smooth FM. Wogan is better, but not much. Ken Bruce gets it just about right for a daytime DJ. Jeremy Vine has the best strike rate, but then he only has to play half a dozen over two hours. Radcliffe and Maconie, being after hours, can do what they like and, inevitably, it’s ace.
FINAL VERDICT: “These terrorists – don’t they have jobs to go to?”
11.54 Thanks to those of you who did join in, especially Claire for keeping me company for most of yesterday.
11.41 A nice treat to end with: Nicky Wire’s ‘Tracks Of My Years’, which today are Carole King’s ‘I Feel The Earth Move’ and Bowie’s ‘Sound And Vision’. “We stole a lot of the latter for a song called Roses In The Hospital,” Nicky admits.
11.31 Deja vu: Jeremy Vine is here, trailing his show in half an hour. It sounds a bit more substantial than yesterday’s, with items on suicides in a Northern Ireland secondary school, the legacy of Bernard Manning, and Britain’s coastal path. Ken attempts some banter, but it’s no Wogan/Jimmy Young.
11.23 The best thing on the playlist gets another welcome airing: ‘Don’t Stop Now’ by Crowded House.
11.14 Enrique Iglesias is on tape to introduce another track from his new LP. “This is the most poppy song on the album,” he assures.
11.02 Into the final hour. Ken plays ‘Miss You’ by the Rolling Stones, as if to taunt me with no let up of the ropey music. “I dare you to do BBC7 next,” challenges TJ Worthington, “especially on a day when they’re repeating an episode of Earthsearch, which will seem like it takes 24 hours in itself.”
10.46 The other contestant, while no genius, still walks it thanks largely to recognising the theme tune from The Saint. He then gets the crucial ‘Three In Ten’ spot on, easily naming three hits by The Darts. It’s actually quite exciting. His prize: a digital radio.
10.30 Popmaster. A few years ago this used to be introduced, via a jingle, as ‘New Popmaster’. Now for some reason it’s simply ‘Popmaster’. The bloke who has first go is rubbish, despite boasting he “scored the occasional 30”. He doesn’t even know who Billy Ray Cyrus is.
10.18 The Love Song slot. It refuses to play. “There will now be a short pause, while we gather our emotions,” busks Ken. Then it’s into ‘Miss You Nights’ – unfortunately not the sublime Art Garfunkel version, but soppy old Cliff Richard.
09.50 Well, I’m really feeling the strain now. I can’t really concentrate on what I’m hearing at all. As slick and agreeable as Ken is, his choice of music is really uninspiring. In fact, there’s been loads of this kind of stuff during the last 24 hours: plastic soul, to coin a phrase. This week’s playlist includes Simon Webbe, The Bees and Andrea Corr, none of which are blinding. Where are the hits?!
09.40 “Does,” wonders a waspish listener, “Shirley Bassey’s version of ‘Get This Party Started’ give a new meaning to the phrase ‘extraordinary rendition’?”
09.38 Simon Webbe’s ‘Grace’ plays for the fourth time in the last 24 hours.
09.30 A proper DJ handover, replete with references to Bandwagon and Workers Playtime, heralds the arrival of Ken Bruce and, thankfully, the last lap. Unfortunately, he opens with the ‘Theme from Fame’.
09.19 A second Pause For Thought. “I’d like to talk about heroes,” intones another vicar. “There aren’t many of them around these days,” sighs Tel.
09.11 “It’s extraordinary how much liquid there is in one glass,”observes Tel, reading out yet another email, this time from someone who had the misfortune to knock a vessel of red wine over a bride’s white dress. No wonder he doesn’t need to turn up for this show until five minutes before it starts; Alan ‘Barrowlands’ Boyd plays the tunes, the nation writes the words.
08.53 “Any news about the roads in Northampton?” Tel is due to make some kind of public appearance there later on. A discussion ensues about “vodka belts”. Tel waxes nostalgically about getting a police escort to a Eurovision Song Contest in Ireland, while Ken Bruce “got an escort to the police station”.
08.51 “There’s something about girlie’s working with their hands that brings out the worst in men,” avows Tel, with reference to Lynn’s dexterity with a spanner. He then sings a rhyme in a mock-opera voice. Maybe I’ve missed something here. Well, I know I did, because I fell asleep.
08.45 “My husband tried to access http://www.togscalendar.com/ and ended up at a porn site,” complains a listener.
08.43 I’m sorry, I’ve just been to sleep again.
08.19 “Yesterday I should have brought you cake,” confesses Deadly. “It’s admirable the way you open fetes. I used to close supermarkets,” says Tel. A listener writes in to ask why, given how everyone on Radio 1 works in pairs (“Chappers and Dave, JK and Joel, Fearne and Reggie”), the same policy is not deployed on Radio 2. A comedy memo arrives from Dame Lesley Douglas, chastising Tel for pinching Deadly’s umbrella. And so it goes on.
07.49 Lynn Bowles does the travel. A listener has already rustled up a poem based on her earlier exchanges with Sarah Kennedy about ants. An email from a Mr Ben D. Toy spins a jovial yarn about trying to “buy” Lynn’s “greatest travel hits, volume 4” from a BBC shop. “We’re a broad church here at the BBC,” drawls Terry. “Well, definitely broad,” adds Lynn.
07.46 “It’s The Christians, and we could do with a few more of them round here.”
07.35 Here’s one: Hugh Bounder. “Isn’t it funny about the phrase ‘pear-shaped’?” “It will,” sighs Tel, “always be a source of amazement to me that the BBC took off Balamory. Too expensive, they said. And then they put up another new building.”
07.30 Well thank god that’s over. Wake Up To Wogan is looming louchely into view. “The Lord loves a cheerful giver – I’m sorry about your umbrella Deadly.” Any bets on how many anagrammed-monikers will get a mention?
07.25 “All this talk about ants, maybe I should be speaking to Ant and Dec.”
07.21 Travel news from Lynn Bowles. During some news about railway delays, Sarah plays some sound effects of trains. She’s like a work experience girl on hospital radio.
07.17 “It’s Show Time!” booms a jingle. This slot has been running for ages – haven’t they run out of musicals yet? Today various people have requested a song about dentists from The Little Shop Of Horrors. “Have you cleaned your teeth yet?” giggles Sarah.
07.10 And now it’s ‘Keep On Movin” by Five.
06.58 She’s playing some fucking Gilbert and Sullivan! Somebody tell me I’m still asleep and this is some hideous nightmare…
06.57 “The Independent is all about climate change, so I’m going to skip over that one…”
06.55 “These terrorists – don’t they have jobs to go to?”
06.44 The papers. A few years ago I used to have to regularly get up around this time, and Sarah’s paper “review” was the first thing I’d hear every day. It is, naturally, not a review at all, merely a long list of Sarah’s favourite scare stories and rumour mongering, mostly from the Daily Mail and Express. “They’ll have us working till our death beds,” she mutters after spying a story about pension funds. “It’s the opening day of Wimbleydon (sic)”. No it’s not, you stupid woman!
06.39 “When I got back in yesterday I went upstairs to get some lime juice, because my house is upside down, and I realised I’d left half a scotch egg on the sideboard over the weekend, because the Much Beloved is trying to fatten me up, and I discovered all these ants had invaded, so I moved all the trays and cleaning equipment and got some feather dusters…” ENOUGH!
06.33 She plays a sound effect of people playing tennis. “You know what this is about, don’t you?” she chides newsreader Alan Deddicoat. “It’s to remind me to talk to you about buying those Wimbleydon (sic) tickets”. I don’t want to hear your sorting your social life, Sarah! Certainly not at this godawful hour of the day!
06.28 “Now you’ll know that some of my teeth are a little unfortunate…”
06.23 Some harp music is playing. What is this, Morning Worship?
06.21 Pause For Thought. “I wonder,” wonders a gently-voiced vicar, “can you make someone’s day just by giving them a smile?”
06.15 Wake up to the sound of someone saying, “Nazi thugs…makes you want to pull the duvet up.” Who else but Sarah Kennedy.
00.14 I fear I am going to miss Janice Long through an inadvertant need to escape into a better place, i.e. sleep.
00.01 So perfect, in fact, that I am nodding off.
23.44 An interview with Nick Drake’s sister Gabrielle and the bloke who manages Nick’s estate. They discuss that new album of early Drake rareities which Mark and Stuart were reviewing earlier. Perfect, in-your-ear, late-night listening.
23.41 He’s playing Genesis. A song called ‘Duchess’ from, I think, 1980. I haven’t heard this for, I think, 17 years, when someone at school leant me a copy of the ‘Duke’ album. Proustian rush time.
23.30 Anyway enough of that, because here are the reassuring tones of Simon Mayo. Even better, he kicks off with a bit of Gambo-esque trivia talk, noting how The Police may have got to number six in 1979 but have managed number three in 2007 with their new greatest hits album. He plays ‘Can’t Stand Losing You’.
23.29 He even messes up saying goodbye.
23.01 I’m afraid this is interminable. The “songs” go on forever, don’t have any words, and all sound the same. Worse is the fact that even though it’s on tape, and on the radio, Jools *still* sounds like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets his words wrong, and generally does his best to suck all energy and excitement from proceedings.
22.42 A quick look at the stats reveal only one person has looked at this blog since 8.20pm. Hmm. Still, that’s one more than the number currently enjoying listening to Jools Holland. He’s promising “a Jamaican evening”. It’s completely wrong to play ska at this time of night! You want something to settle you down, not pep you up!
22.34 Bollocks. It’s Jools Holland “from the bowels of the BBC”, and he’s shouting. And now there’s some boogie-woogie. There’s a whole hour of this…
22.28 “Darn,” rues Claire, “maybe I left it too late! Perhaps I’ll drop Sarah Kennedy an email tomorrow morning. No, I won’t. Or will I? Did she say Jiggs Wiggum?!”
22.22 I’ve just dipped into Radio 4 by way of an intermission, and heard Iain Lee on The World Tonight talking about Bernard Manning and insisting “yes, my jokes do shock people, but they don’t offend them.” Was that supposed to be a joke as well? If so it was certainly shocking, by virtue of being untrue.
22.00 Bad luck Claire: no on-air plug. Ah well, thanks for trying. Time for Big Band Special – and time for a bath.
21.49 About ten second of a beautiful version of ‘All My Trials’ sung by Nick and Gabrielle Drake. It’s one of the highlights of the whole day.
21.33 Says Claire: “I missed the exciting bit too! Darn. I’ve taken you up on your challenge…”
21.26 There’s an incredibly infectious, laidback, personable air to this show. When details of Radcliffe and Maconie’s pairing were first announced, I feared it’d end up a competition for the microphone and a contest over who could better the other’s dry quips. In fact it’s like eavesdropping on unassuming, unpretentious off-mic banter, except on mic. Inspired.
21.09 The ‘Show And Tell’ spot. A long peroration from Mark on what ‘School’s Out’ by Alice Cooper meant to him as a 14-year-old, culminating in him spinning his original vinyl copy on a specially rigged-up record player. Then some chatter about what happened at 9pm, which I missed because the phone rang. From the gist of their conversation, it appears Mark and Stuart had to read some news headlines themselves, possibly because of technical problems down in London! Typical – I miss potentially one of the best bits of the whole 24 hours. Did anyone hear exactly what happened?
20.53 A fifty-year-old town planner from Nottingham calls in to suggest another link in The Chain. A discussion ensues about late 60s/early 70s attitudes to urban redevelopment, followed by James Brown’s version of ‘Night Train’, a song I used to play in my school jazz band.
20.31 Actually, I challenge someone to email the show to mention how the entire thing is being blogged live.
20.30 Thank goodness: Stuart corrects the ATV/Anglia confusion, “just in case people are thinking of writing in.”
20.27 Chris Hughes has been in touch apropos my earlier remarks about Chris Evans being better than Johnnie Walker. “Ha, didn’t you know it’s against the radio law to slag off Johnnie Walker? I was reading the old duffer’s autobiography in Waterstones today, actually – mainly the bit about him turning down an annual salary of £70,000 at GWR to do The Stereo Sequence on Radio One for £250 a show instead, then almost going bankrupt, then joining Richard Branson’s Super Station (“The *SUPER* Station!”) only for that to go pop, then joining GLR, then getting the sack from that. It was quite amusing, really.”
20.24 The Chain, a simple yet effective feature involving listeners suggesting records which follow on thematically from each other goes horribly wrong when a caller contests that ‘Sale Of The Century’ was the most famous TV programme on the ITV channel…ATV. Even worse, this assertion is followed by the playing of said dreary record by Sleeper.
20.20 Yes it is! I’ve always thought this end bit is way better than the song proper.
20.18 Eh? ‘Layla’ is playing. I wonder if it’ll be the full length version.
20.14 Mark notes that Stuart’s face is bright red due to the think jumper he is wearing. Stuff And Nonsense, six items of topical news, one of which is nonsense, includes a reference to that Wurzels story noted here about, ooh, seven hours ago, and something about Shirley Bassey which was discussed during Steve Wright In The Afternoon. Can it be that the pair have actually spent the day listening to Radio 2?
20.11 The lads think the new Prince single, ‘Guitar’, is one of the best things he’s done for ages. “I’d love to see him at one of his 31 shows at that broken tent in London.” “Apparently he’d been spotted in Harrods, which I believe is a London Londis, buying a pair of purple Y-fronts.” A bad impression of Mohammed Al Fayed follows, sounding like “a Mexican gringo”.
20.03 Mark Radcliffe and Stuart Maconie. This is more like it. The latter is back after two weeks sitting in for Chris Evans, and to commemorate this fact a listener has sent in a card featuring a drawing of Stuart depicted as a cow. “All of this badinage aside, it’s lovely to be back. I’ve brought some new salad cream, the cowbells are all here…”
19.45 Steve Williams has been in touch. “Low point of the day for me so far has been that trailer for Steve Wright giving away tickets to the Diana concert, where throughout he didn’t refer to ‘my show’ or ‘me, Steve Wright’, but instead continually, pedantically referred to ‘Steve Wright In The Afternoon’. As John Peel once noted, ‘I always found it very hard to talk to Steve Wright as he would never stop being Steve Wrightintheafternoon.'”
19.36 I’m somewhere in the middle of “an hour of rhythm and blues with me, Paul Jones.” I haven’t really been listening, to tell the truth. Instead I’ve been reading a book about the French Revolution. “I’m back and listening to this Paul Jones show,” writes Claire. “I must admit to finding it quite dull. Ho hum.”
18.48 Been a fairly forgettable two hours. An interview with a bowls player, capably handled by Johnny Saunders, keeps getting interrupted by Chris. The thing never really takes off, a bit like the whole show. Occasional flashes of imagination jostle with all-too-familiar obsessions. He takes the listeners for granted. He plays naff songs. Still, a big step up from what used to be in the slot, namely the ossified Johnnie Walker.
18.20 “Hello there.” Chris does an impression of David Jacobs to introduce his Juke Box Jury feature, wherein listeners are asked to send in their opinion of the new single by – erk – Kulashaker. Is anybody else listening to this? From the dearth of blog correspondence, it seems not.
18.17 An entertaining discussion about yawning, involving an eminent GP on the phone, is followed by ‘Tired Of Waiting For You’ by The Kinks which Chris, unfortunately, sings along to. Loudly.
18.13 Chris expands on an earlier throwaway remark that Paul McCartney “is a bit nuts. He’s entitled to be, he used to be in The Beatles.” He also steers the conversation back to himself. “Doing The Big Breakfast sent me away with the fairies for three years. Gaby’s never recovered. And don’t even ask me about Ben the Boffin.”
18.04 Chris plays ‘Free As A Bird’. It’s the first time I’ve heard this song on national radio since 1995. “Isn’t Paul McCartney’s new single great?” Time for tea.
17.50 He finally remembers to thank Stuart Maconie for sitting in for him during the past two weeks.
17.46 A competition involving people naming ten famous people from Italy bears an uncanny resemblance to the Number Nine game as once heard on Nicky Campbell.
17.43 People are writing in with pun-based names of TV shows that could be sold to India, like Daal Or No Daal. “We don’t do word play,” screams Chris, “we don’t do it on this show. This isn’t Ken Bruce or Nicky Campbell.”
17.41 Chris has an irritating habit of wandering off-microphone, like he’s not interested. As such his bantering with Johnny Saunders and Sally Boazman, while avuncular, sounds like it’s going on in different rooms. Unlike Steve Wright, when it was literally in different rooms. He gives Johnny a hard time for forgetting the name of Nasser Hussein. That vindictiveness of old is still there.
17.34 One thing, however, never improves with Evans: his rank taste in music.
17.26 Business news. Except it’s not – it’s an interview about the dodgy practices involved in getting books branded as “recommended reading” in high street shops, conducted entirely by Philippa Busby. It’s somewhat out of place, by dint of sounding like the Today programme.
17.21 An interview with someone making a TV series in India trying to convert the locals to the joys of traditional English food. A textbook teatime/drivetime feature. This wouldn’t have been out of place on Nationwide, and that’s no bad thing.
17.12 “Steve sounding as good as ever there,” notes Chris, wrongly. He engages Sally Boazman (as he correctly refers to her) in some aimless banter. Then Holly, a small child, is on the phone. She has a “first” to share with the nation, and it is is that she had a sleepover at her friend’s house. Hats off to Chris, he does this kind of thing very well.
17.05 And here’s Chris Evans. “Good afternoon friendlings and thanks for tuning in.” A typically bombastic opening gives way to weird musical clippage a la Fluff Freeman. Tonight’s show is apparently titled “Keep it simple”.
17.02 “And to top it all off,” Claire adds, “Bernard Manning is dead!”
17.00 “He’s finally gone!” beams Claire. “Hopefully you will receive this comment, what with Mercury being retrograde and all.”
16.58 It’s been a really soulless, antiseptic, interminable three hours. I’m sure some of it is down to the fact he sits locked away in his studio all by himself, refusing to let anyone else in. But it’s also due to the fact he plays atrocious music, can’t do interviews properly, only reads out sycophantic emails and, above all, revels in reading out pointless information. Tom writes to say: “Thank fuck that is over. That felt like the longest three hours of my life.” On tomorrow’s show: Rob Lowe and “from Dragon’s Den, Peter Jones. Good evening!” And he’s out, already bombing his way across Portland Place, running for that 17.10 train from Charing Cross. Where was the website of the day?
16.45 Just when you think things can’t get any worse – it’s astrology! Listeners have rung in wanting other people to make decisions for them. It’s pure quackery. Apparently because “Mercury is in retrograde” and “Saturn is in Leo”, one woman shouldn’t open a high street business. Steve is anxious because time is almost up, the programme is almost over, and he needs enough time to play his appalling theme tune before the pips.
16.33 John Sessions and Phil Cornwell, men of a thousand voices, none of them anybody’s, join Steve and the posse for more pre-recorded jocularity. There doesn’t seem to be any reason for them being there, a distinction you could just as equally apply to everyone involved in the entire programme.
16.22 “The prospect of Steve W potentially singing along with ‘Do Ya Think I’m Sexy’ is currently inducing nausea…” admits Claire. Thankfully it looks like we escaped that particular ordeal. Instead: stories from some local evening papers!
16.12 Another thing – why does Steve take the trouble to back-announce all the old, well-known records he plays, but never bothers with new stuff which listeners quite probably haven’t heard of?
15.58 The Big Quiz descends into farce. Both contestants end up with the same number of points, then answer the tie-break question at exactly the same time – unsurprisingly, given it is “The Sahara and Gobi are both kinds of what?” The second tie-breaker is “Whose catchphrase is ‘What’s up doc?'” Some inane banter follows, because there’s not enough time to play a proper record before that awful “theme tune” music is obligated to kick in before the news. Meanwhile I’m really concerned I haven’t heard any more information about the exchange rates in “the Eurozone”.
15.44 “Isn’t is awful when someone says ‘keep talking’ and you never know what to say?” Steve jovially hails the caller taking part in the Big Quiz. The caller doesn’t know what to say. A series of eccentric questions follow, one of which refers to the sport of ‘Badders’. Does anybody in the world call badminton ‘Badders’? Understandably the caller is flummoxed.
15.27 “Dame Shirley Bassey is here”. Applause. “I can’t remember the last time I met you – was it three years ago?” schmoozes Steve. The posse keep butting in. The questions Steve asks sound like they’ve been phrased by a Teaching English as a Foreign Language instructor. “You have managed to re-invent yourself three or four times; how have you done that?” She’s done a version of ‘Slave To The Rhythm’ which is rubbish.
15.11 I’m easing the pain with some ironing.
15.10 Phil Collins!
15.07 “The ‘non-stop’ oldies aren’t exactly non-stop, are they?” says Claire. Aye to that. “I just took a bit of a break – the sound of Steve Wright’s voice gave me a sudden desire to go and make a cup of tea. For an hour. But, on the bright side, Kraftwerk!” True; it was the best song he’s played so far. Sadly we’ve also had not one but two incidences of Steve’s tuneless singing breaking into a record at the most inappropriate moment; once in ‘Werewolves Of London’, once in ‘White Wedding’. We’ve also had some crap impressions: of Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, and Russell Brand. This is, indeed, the full works.
15.00 The “non-stop oldies” stop for the news.
14.57 The “non-stop oldies” begin with ‘Werewolves Of London’.
14.45 “That Captain Jack – I’ve really latched onto him,” confesses Steve. “That Dr Who music, it’s incredible what they’ve done to it. They should release it as a single.” There’s a competition to win tickets to the Diana memorial concert, featuring her favourite band “Dooran Dooran”.
14.34 Steve reads out his favourite thing from the newspapers: a wacky survey. Today it’s “things that annoy people at work”. Number one: people taking calls on their mobile phones during meeting. “That does my head in! It drives me nuts!” shouts Steve. Then: a Talkie Bit! About working from home. Lest we forget, this and indeed everything in the show that doesn’t feature Steve by himself is on tape. True. He doesn’t allow anyone else in the studio with him when he’s on air.
14.30 It’s Amazing But True. Oh sorry, Factoids. “The Caspian Sea is not a sea, but a lake” says Tim Smith. The old woman is there. “Now, here’s the Old Woman” Steve keeps saying, stupidly. I don’t understand what the deal is with this lady. Is she supposed to be a comedy biddy, or just, well, a biddy? “Tea is Britain’s favourite drink,” reveals Tim.
14.21 You have to admit this is a very lazy show. All Steve’s done so far is play records and read out useless information! Oh, and mention emails he’s received, each and every one of which contains the line “love the show, Steve”. And play a jingle that goes “Radio 2 FM”. That’s not the name of the station, dammit!
14.12 “It’s 2.12 in Britain.” We hear the temperatures in various obscure holiday resorts, followed by the exchange rate in “the Eurozone”. Steve talks to a programme trail as if it was a real person.
14.06 “Here we are in DAB, online, on satellite…” Oh god. “How was your weekend? Eh? Oh, I know.” What? Coming up: Shirley Bassey, Phil Cornwell, John Sessions, “the old woman” “website of the day” and, of course, Sally Traffic.
14.04 The first record: ‘Poison’ by Alice Cooper. What is this, Planet Rock? Bets, please, on when abouts during the next three hours Steve will start singing along.
14.03 Oh shit, here we go. That awful music. He’s used it for fucking years! Cue the sound effect of riotous applause. “It’s the big show – Steve Wright In The Afternoon.” The wretched music goes on and on. Why doesn’t he do something like, well, play a record?
14.00 Outside my window, somewhat appropriately, storm clouds are gathering.
13.55 “So they’ve only issued one fine,” says Claire, “and this is actually a bit of a non-story and a complete waste of time. Well, I feel better for listening to that!” Hope you’re not too under the weather, Claire. Especially given what’s coming next.
13.53 Here’s someone from the council to calm things down. There are no new rules, no fines, and only one person has been prosecuted – and that was for walking 11 dogs and carrying a 12th in his pocket. Thank heavens for that.
13.50 I knew it couldn’t last. To end with, Jeremy’s talking to someone from the borough, sorry, the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea, who owns six dogs and who is outraged by plans to limit the number of mongrels which can be walked by one person at any one time. “My local MP, Sir Malcolm Rifkind, has never had so much mail in protest,” she foams.
13.47 Well, the last half hour or so has been filled with, on the whole, remarkably upbeat tales of folk who overcame appalling diseases as a child and who drew upon their struggles to live a fruitful adult life. You can be cynical about this kind of emotional showboating, and it’s clearly getting people listening (judging by the number of callers), but some of the stories are really touching. The best bit of the show so far.
13.24 “We’re all looking forward to The Arcade Fire tomorrow!”
13.18 “That’s one of the most fascinating calls we’ve ever had on the programme,” gurgles Jeremy. We’ve just been listening to an old woman talk about suffering from TB during the war, treatment for which included, among other things, being hung upside down. “We don’t know we’re born.”
13.10 Tales of childhood illness. We’re back in the forest of gloom. An expert reminisces about iron lungs. “I’ve never liked the Jeremy Vine show,” says Tom, “it’s the aural equivalent of eating gruel for lunch.”
13.03 Shock news. The Wurzels have pulled out of Glastonbury because they’ve just found out they were scheduled to “only play a bandstand”. Newsreader Fran Godfrey hands back to Jeremy with a “oo-arr, oo-arr”. He chuckles politely.
12.53 “Goodness, the lines are lighting up,” gasps Jeremy. If there’s one thing guaranteed to get nutters ringing the BBC, it’s the idea (not the likelihood, mind, just the idea) of the EU giving itself more powers. One person wants “civil action – we must take to the streets”. Another accuses Tony Blair of “treason”. What the hell is going on?! By the way, that person called Ian who just rang in to the programme was *not* me.
12.50 “There’s no way you’ll manage this, Ian,” says Chris Hughes. “Three hours of Steve Wright is surely more than any sane man can bear. And then tonight you’ve got Jools Holland with his tedious brand of boogie-woogie and silly voice.” Claire’s also been in touch. “I’m one of those people who reads Creamguide every week and never emails you. I’m off sick from work today and I’ll do a bit of Radio 2 listening later to be all interactive and that.” Cheers!
12.47 Christ, it’s Charles and Eddie.
12.44 Mudslinging between the Labour MP Denis McShane and UKIP’s Nigel Farrage. Jeremy does his best to keep order. And, on balance, fails. “I don’t care about Romania” shrieks Nigel.
12.38 An affable chat with Mark Mardell about the new EU treaty. This is more like it. Anything, frankly, for a change from joyless jobsworths and whingers. Mark says some ministers are trying to make the treaty “as titchy as possible”.
12.30 A stream of sob stories is broken by someone calling in to say they’re actually quite impressed with their local hospital. At least they’re putting people on the air not merely to moan. “I shouted at a nurse to go and clean her hands,” says one emailer. “We shouldn’t shout at nurses,” admonishes Jeremy.
12.20 This combination of ace music and grisly talking points is really uncomfortable. The first caller of the day goes on about “blood on the toilet seats” of her local maternity ward. Jeremy editorialises. “You’d think hospitals would be able to meet at least one of these cleanliness criteria.” Someone emails to order “bring back matrons”.
12.16 It’s all been a bit grim so far. Thankfully, here’s Aztec Camera with ‘Somewhere In My Heart’.
12.11 First bit of blog correspondence – hooray! “So what’s the recipe for the day?” asks Chris. By the sounds of it, a giant slice of humble pie, upon which Jeremy is forcing all his guests to feast. Someone emails Jeremy to say her mum is “fighting for her life” in a dirty ward. OK, but what’s Jeremy supposed to do? A campaigner’s up next, declaring she’s “totally underwhelmed at the Minister.” She gets away with plugging BUPA. So much for this.
12.08 “I’m just struggling for that bit of paper.” Jane isn’t properly prepared. “Let’s go to the Minister now,” cues Jeremy, “hi there.” “Hi” replies the Minister. “What are you gonna do – go in with a mop and bucket?” Jeremy mocks.
12.05 You’d never have got that with Jimmy Young. Sadly what comes next you would almost certainly have got, and in spades: patients fretting about dirty bedsheets. Jeremy talks to BBC health correspondent Jane Draper. It’s a very pedestrian exchange. “Why is that?” Jeremy prompts her, lamely.
12.03 First record of the shift. Wow – it’s ‘This Charming Man’!
12.00pm Here we go then, and up first it’s, in the words of Jeremy Paxman, “Radio 2’s Jeremy Vine“. “Today,” he booms, “how the NHS is struggling to meet official standards on cleanliness.” Also he wants to hear our views on the EU treaty, losing your childhood to illness, and the inevitable what-the-hell-is-going-on talking point, “how one council wants to limit the number of dogs you can walk.” But first, the news from Fran Godfrey.