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Reunions are awful things. Bumping into people you'd rather not see again; people you barely recognise; and acknowledging that you really are as old  as everyone else is. The 40th anniversary celebrations of the first tranche ofcommercial stations are well underway. I gather the LBC celebratio…

Richard Huntington , Chief Strategy Officer, from Saatchi and Saatchi, will never put on weight. His energetic and persuasive presentation today at the impressive #tuningin conference, staged by a new colourful and United RadioCentre , commanded the attention of the usually fidgety throng. His mes…

Why do people insist on proclaiming their own name when they appear on the radio?    It’s a policy I can defend with energy for regular programme presenters who spend hours each day with their listeners, for years and years.  For those personalities and on most formats, it’s only polite every now a…

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‘It’s 17 before 8’ uttered a hugely experienced broadcaster the other day; and one for whom I have huge respect. ‘7 minutes ahead of 8’. '  23 after 8'.   'It's 14 minutes past the hour of 6 o clock'.   What? Stop this nonsense. Why do presenters have this obsession with over-c…

Over dinner in my favourite Indian restauran t in Nottingham recently, I was rambling intolerably about ' my book' to one of my cynical but lovely radio friends.  I told him I'd learned loads whilst writing it. '"What like?" , he asked, as he stuffed a naan bread in his f…

Disc jockeys are meant to be heard not seen.  But these pictures from the Getty archives really do sum up a time and a place. Enjoy here, one of the launch pics from the opening of Radio 1 in 1967. Sir Tony staring into the camera lens, griping onto a pair of those funny BBC headphones. And what a…

The wind blows and shakes the rigid edifice with windows rattling, and the boughs of the trees outside wave their new grown leaves in a dance of elation.  There is strain and tension in the air, whilst the black birds launch themselves from the tops of the trees into the path of the wind to be buff…

U The regulator used to call you cheerily if you’d won a radio licence. The phone would ring at precisely the designated time and you’d duly jump and down with joy, and hug puzzled colleagues, if the news was good.  If the phone didn’t ring for a few moments, you anticipated the result was unlikely…