I have a clip on my desktop today, sent by a colleague, of Charlotte Green saying "Satan's homosexual lover". It must have been from earlier on Radio 4. Sadly there are no grown-ups around or I would post it here for your enjoyment. I need their help to make that happen. Remind me tomorrow.
Fiona, today's "number 2" is singing, badly, the theme to The Sopranos all day. Right words, we believe, but the tune is way off. We're thinking of having her whacked.
The story of the CNN anchor who left her mike on in the loo and talked all over a live address by President Bush reminds me of a (perhaps apocryphal) story about a well known TV and radio presenter. Older woman. Butter wouldn't melt sort of image. Lovely woman by all accounts.
The story goes that in the "mixed" toilets (of which there are a few at Broadcasting House), the said TV star was seen entering a cubicle. Several others were occupied. Presently, from one of them came the most almighty, appalling, shocking stream of noises. You know. Just awful, apparently. Endless rasping and associated parps. It went on and on for what seemed like an age, according to the witness. What must the poor person have eaten? Was he or she OK? Who could survive such an outpouring??? On and on it went, sounding like something from the depths of hell.
When it finally, finally stopped there was a ghastly hush. An eerie, becalmed silence.
After a moment, the TV star could clearly be heard enquiring: "is that you, Maureen?"