The present situation doesn't feel any different my end.
That's not really the right thing to say, but save for a daily visit from support
for an hour, every Monday to Friday, it's just me here in my Margate flat.
Many are suggesting that radio is vital for these challenging times especially
local radio.
Familiar voices, information and entertainment, which to my ears immediately
translate into condescension, tedium, and many presenters who badly
want to be either Steve Wright or Alex Lester.
The latter I've never got, and the former, well, he used to be good in 1989.
My radio is barely switched on all day as it is, and there's very little elsewhere
on the dial that will make me want to switch from either Greg James first
thing in the morning, or Charles Carroll, Susan Rae et al last thing at night.
They may not be within a distance of easy reach from my flat,
but that's my source of reassurance and familiarity.
And not to say that inane items are fully out of bounds, as if they're
done confidently with presenters willing to send them up, then that's fair game.
None finer than Radcliffe and Maconie's "Crisps On The Radio" a staple
of their 6 Music weekend breakfast show, recently performed live to observant
crowds in Camden.
Podcasts are also worthy a listen. Many changing perspectives on presenters I've
not warmed to on the radio alone, such as Edith Bowman's amazing "Soundtracking" series and Fearne Cotton's "Happy Place".
Cotton not quite letting the radio bug escape, having recently started
a "Sounds Of The 90s" show on BBC Sounds, also airing on Radio 2,
though I'm rather frustrated by the on air trailer for the show,
as there's a snippet of the Thames Television ident in it.
An ident that was dropped in July 1989, and hadn't been seen
for even longer outside of the London region.
But without the tiny bugbears, radio wouldn't be as interesting.
And with everything as it is, it's more vital than ever, wherever
your preferred spot is on the dial.


