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A day of radio mischief. Gordon is away. He’s in San Francisco, so we recorded this week’s programme on Monday, the day of the terrible journey. That didn’t get me out of doing the trail in the breakfast show, though, but it was good fun, and I think it went well, so it was a good start to the day.

Clicking through my collection of MP3s when I got to work, I started looking at their ID tags and realised that there are actually a lot of types of music where my collection is seriously under-represented. Obviously, in a lot of instances this is a good thing, but of the 100 official music types there are several genres I’ve never even heard of:

Christian Gangsta Rap (an oxymoron, surely)

Darkwave (sounds more like a haircut)

Goa (holiday destination?)

Negerpunk

Noise (everything in the chart between 40 and 29?)

Polsk Punk

Porn Groove

Primus

Space

Terror (S Club 7)

The rest of the day went well, and as well as signing off proofs I got some testing done for a bit of variety. We opened the window just before lunch and could hear a mad and rather scary child on Broadwick Street singing to itself. It is the first time we have opened them this year and the child was quite offputting. Still, we persevered and in spite of the traffic it was soon actually rather pleasant. Yesterday’s end-of-term feeling was still there, and I think we were all just hanging on for the four-day Easter weekend.

I knocked off five minutes early to walk across to ITN where I’d arranged to meet Chris the Midnight Weatherman for Stuart’s leaving drinks. Chris was busy recording some bits and bobs so I sat in studio 1 control room watching Sandy do Drivetime through the glass, waiting for a moment to pop in and trail the show again.

It was very strange being there on a Thursday night and knowing that I didn’t need to do anything. Even more surreal, though, was when I got home and the show was still on. I drove from the station to Sainsbury’s listening to it in the car and could hardly believe it was me.

I am very used to the sound of my own voice and I got past that awkward phase we all go through of not being able to stand hearing myself on tape years ago, but although I clearly remembered saying all of the words that were coming out of the radio I found it almost impossible to reconcile the person there with myself.

I think it’s because it was the first time I had heard the show ‘live’. Every other time it has been on the archive because of course I’ve always been in the studio doing it before.

Anyhow, after the trail Chris and I walked to Potemkin for drinks with the LBC team and said our goodbyes after three quarters of an hour. On the train home we played a trick on Gordon. I sent him a text message to tell him the computer had crashed and the show was lost, and that I was having to do it live without any guests.

I hope he realises it was a joke. Perhaps I should have put a smiley on the end.

This web site is naughty.

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