Wednesday 23 July 2014, 09:55
The queues are forming, the crowds are enthusiastic. They've been looking forward to today since the tickets were announced. Years in the making, today finally and with great fanfare, the Ken Bruce show is live from Glasgow. Let the adulation flow! Sure there is the sideshow of Simple Minds playing live and the running and jumping later but it's Ken that is the star of the show. Give the man a medal now.
The Commonwealth Games is always a bit of a curiosity I think but their big trump card is the friendliness. 'The friendly games' is a great label and seems to make participation a treat. Drivetime will be in Edinburgh in August of course for our Scottish extravaganza but from today it's all about Ken Bruce and Glasgow. And we should of course do COMMONWEALTH GAMES/ FRIENDLY GAMES tunes as our small contribution.
Scottish and Northern Irish schools have been off for a while and this week the last of the English schools pack up for the summer. The magic of the end of term. A Megamosh is called for. You have been warned.
Until 5 then...
Tuesday 22 July 2014, 09:11
No helicopter, no hassle. ZZZZZZZZZZ. Thank you for your concern. It'll be the foxes next but for the moment, the 'hood is silent (as no one says, ever). Not even any mossies in the room-this will never last.
So the always charming Midge Ure today (I know, more insects). I first interviewed him when he was in early days Ultravox and I was at Radio Nottingham (and about 15). We talked about his days in Slick and Rich Kids but it was the Ultravox years that stick with us, then his many solo hits. His love of electronica is never far away and on his new album he has a collaboration with Moby. The collection is called Fragile and we will speak to Midge after 6.
And what with Midge, mossies and reports of the perfect summer for biting insects (oh joy) let's try songs for the 'swarmageddon' (spellcheck not happy). It's the muggy weather of course. Damp, warm, rainy. Bite, suck, scratch. It's hell out there! I told you to wear long trousers.
And it'll be the wasp season next...
Shut the windows!
Say no to horseflies and their wickedness!
You get the idea. See you at 5.
Monday 21 July 2014, 09:04Window open? Window shut? Hint of a breeze or airless night? Woken by the police helicopter 4 times or blissful silence? So many decisions, so early in the day. What seems like a sensible choice at bedtime appears reckless in the small hours. At times like these I remember why I'm a spring and autumn sort of chap really. Weather when you might need a cardigan later seems more natural. Not that I'm wishing the year away you understand-those Hyde Park travel rugs are only a few weeks away anyway-my summer wardrobe is only just coming together (ironing a few t-shirts).
Friday 18 July 2014, 08:54Well there are a number of ways of being woken up, some more objectionable then others. But a mighty thunderstorm counts as a good awakening I think. I've always loved wild weather and last night was pretty spectacular. Even the house teenager woke up. Imagine that! Who knew he even acknowledged the world before lunchtime? Anyway today will be steamy I think so this blog is being typed in the garden as the cooler hours are appreciated. By the time we get to ARF
Thursday 17 July 2014, 08:36I am going to be hardline on this. There is a need for thin flowing fabrics today but no need to wear shorts. I am not on the beach (not yet anyway), I am not encased in suntan cream (though maybe I should be-more on that later) and I'm not reading a Wilbur Smith novel (my summer of reading is sorted already). I might wear linen. I might wear cheesecloth. But my trousers will be full length. If Alan Deadicoat wears shorts, I will too. Until then, the ankles stay covered.
Wednesday 16 July 2014, 08:04
Well these things are sent to try us and they most certainly do. More problems somewhere in the vast world of BBC IT delayed proceedings again-hopefully today things will be faster, sharper, fabulouser. WE SHALL SEE.
And onwards. Garden door open, swifts are screeching already and the telephone man imminent (maybe my phone is, in some weird pan-BBC way, connected to the blog. When the blog is sick, my phone dies. Or something). I only have the phone man/woman's word for the fact they are imminent and it may well be that they are interpreting 'imminent' in a slightly looser way than...
Tuesday 15 July 2014, 08:44
Well first of all apologies for more blog meltdown yesterday. Honestly I have no idea what happened and can only hope it's sorted now-there seems little point in writing an early morning bulletin if it arrives mid-afternoon. Thank you for your patience, even if you haven't been.
A swift exit yesterday to The Aldwych Theatre in London's glittering West End to see Wolf Hall. Nathaniel Parker plays Henry VIII and is on the show today. He is terrific as the monarch obsessed with siring a son and heir. I haven't read either of Hilary Mantel's novels (for shame) but knew them to be brilliant...
Monday 14 July 2014, 09:12
So in a room full of people, I found myself sitting next to my lovely German friend Sybille. And when the goal was scored, obviously felt it was entirely appropriate to embrace her. This was a good thing. I had been supporting her side anyway and she was feeling decidedly edgy at the prospect of penalties. My calm reassuring presence was a help I think (though her husband sitting on her other side was probably more than enough now I come to think of it). Anyway, that's that. Here comes summer.
Book Club today with Laura McBride's We Are Called To Rise. She's a debut novelist but you really wouldn...
Friday 11 July 2014, 08:26
Had a three-worder yesterday which was 'feels like October'. Heading out early this morning, I have to say that feels about right. Cool, wet, gloomy. All the planners for fetes, sports days, festivals and fairs will be consulting the weekend forecast nervously. If it's better with you, make hay!
I have what some Americans call a power breakfast, with a big cheese who has important big cheese-style things to say. Then I'm recording a chat with Anthony Horowitz about writing for a future Arts Show (we're all doing one while Claudia's off). Then the film show finds itself in its usual birth at 2pm...
Thursday 10 July 2014, 09:58
Well 23 years ago I missed my show (this was Breakfast, 1991, 1053 and 1089, 275 and 285, 97-99 FM and, quietly, 104.8 in London). This was because child 1 was on his way and I thought it might be a good idea to be there at the time, Can't remember who stepped up, I wasn't paying attention. So we have a morning of presents, cards and fizzy fish (or other brightly-coloured cheap sweets in packets). Later there'll be mature reflection about the passing of years, followed by grown up refreshment and more fizzy fish. It's a tradition, you should try it.
So Nige is cooking again tonight and we could...