Radio DJs are the wrong way round. First thing in the morning most respectable people are dragging themselves out of bed and struggling into the shower, but breakfast-show DJs loudly insist that mornings are there to be broken and that it's fun, fun, fun to get up and see the dawn of a new day. Frankly, it isn't.

And last thing at night, when you're driving home sober from that dinner party and need the radio equivalent of a caffeine injection to stop you veering off the motorway and into the oncoming truck, what do you get? A silken-tongued old-timer who insists on playing Bill Withers while droning on in a voice as soft as duvet filling and hot chocolate.

It's enough to make you want to work nights.