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The killings go on, justified by men on television in their impenetrable grey/black funeral suits and carried out by men dressed as plastic action men dolls.  Flesh and bone torn apart to make room for ideas: there is nothing sacred about a life which does not agree with you, may threaten you, migh…

“It has already grown from the insignificance of an embryonic idea in the minds  of technicians to the stature of a Goliath in industry and public affairs. Vigorously endowed and shrewdly directed, it has developed sturdily, and with lightning speed has fashioned for itself a place in our national …

It's the worst show ever in your career. Nothing works. No guests turns up. You can barely speak.  Thank goodness  - it's just a vivid dream.  One in which all the things which have ever gone wrong in your on-air career all do.  At once.  And the things which might have gone wrong also do. …

Last night the Nation’s eyes were focused on one of the most dramatic by-elections in recent history.   The major parties were at risk of being tossed aside in favour of a newcomer. In a foretaste, potentially, of a dramatic General Election, here was a significant moment in Newark. Just after 1130…

Y Don't you miss those huge colourful books of Rajar audience figures?   With two inch thick spines, the huge volumes were tremendously useful as door stops; or could be piled up randomly in some sort of Tracey Emin's installation.  I'm not sure how the colours were chosen, but anyone w…

Cheery travel announcers have once again been treating us this bank holiday with the implications of ‘earlier accidents’.  It’s another radio cliché.  All accidents were earlier. If what they mean is that the accident is just about cleared away, but I’ll still face some residual delays, then, in fa…

Acceptance The greying woman stands in the shallows, her shoes wet. Waves play cold liquid games with her legs.  Clouds curl. A fish swims up.  It wears her lover’s face. When she awakens she puts the radio on.  Voices, cold light, no music. She showers, chooses her clothes.  Imagines changing her …