The morning after the Brits
Dear Blogsters, welcome to the very sleepy world of the Chris Moyles production office here at the headquarters of mighty Radio 1. At the time of writing it's the day after the Brit Awards 2007, and everybody's feeling a bit shattered and worn out.
Sadly, this isn't from dancing on the ceiling at one of the many post awards glitzy britzy parties, but more from a lack of sleep after a long day on the cutting edge of showbusiness.
Our mission was to tempt as many of the floundering celebrities as we could into our radio lair, with the offer of biscuits and friendship, and trap them for a couple of minutes for a series of three probing questions.
We needed to find out how they were, whether they were enjoying their night, and which secret showbiz party they were attending, and we managed to speak to pretty much everyone, except Orson (because we thought the guy from the band with the baseball hat looked like a bit of a n**)
All in all then it was a successful campaign, and we returned triumphant with our booty of rough interviews which were edited of bad language and inane chuff for your listening pleasure by Ant and Kate who were here until all hours. We all hope you liked them, and like us are looking forward already to the Brit Awards 2008.
Other than that, things are pretty quiet here on the shopfloor. Everybody's a bit yawny so it looks like time to get some shut eye.
In the meantime, hope you all have a nice day and I'm going to leave you with a trio of photos of Aerosmith legend and rock god Steven Tyler with various members of our radio family. In there should be Chris, me, (dreadful picture) former executive producer Uncle Ferg and the one and only Hoop Dogg. See if you can work out who's who?