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30/06/2010

Duration:
1 hour, 55 minutes
First broadcast:
Wednesday 30 June 2010

Direct from their Glastonbury gig, disco divas, The Scissor Sisters are Simon's guests tonight after 6.

Matt Williams joins Simon with the sports news, Pauline McCole presents the Money feature while Sally Boazman has travel news.

Music and featured items

15 items
  • The Scissor Sisters

    Fresh from their performance at Glastonbury, the Scissor Sisters join Simon in the studio.

  • Image for Paul Simon

    Paul Simon You Can Call Me Al

    The Paul Simon Anthology (Disc 2), Warner Bros, 4

  • Image for The Clash

    The Clash I Fought The Law

    (Single), CBS

  • Image for Bad Company

    Bad Company Feel Like Makin' Love

    (Single), Island, 3

  • Image for Sam Cooke

    Sam Cooke Chain Gang

    Sam Cooke - The Man & His Music, RCA

  • Image for Lee Ryan

    Lee Ryan I Am Who I Am

    (CD Single)

  • Image for Elvis Presley

    Elvis Presley Jailhouse Rock

    Presley - The All Time Greatest Hits, RCA

  • Image for 10cc

    10cc Good Morning Judge

    The Very Best Of 10cc, Mercury

  • Image for Scissor Sisters

    Scissor Sisters Fire with Fire

  • Image for Scissor Sisters

    Scissor Sisters Take Your Mama

    (CD Single), Parlophone

  • Image for Plan B

    Plan B Prayin'

    The Defamation Of Strickland Banks, Atlantic, 1

  • Image for Johnny Cash

    Johnny Cash Folsom Prison Blues

    Johnny Cash - Man In Black, Columbia

  • Image for Buzzcocks

    Buzzcocks Ever Fallen In Love

    Greatest Hits Of The 70's (Various), Disky

  • Image for The Beach Boys

    The Beach Boys Fun Fun Fun

    The Best Of The Beach Boys (CD 1), EMI

  • Folk Showstopper

    • Image for John Martyn

      John Martyn May You Never

      Classic John Martyn, Island

  • Drivetime World Cup Wallchart

    Drivetime World Cup Wallchart

    It's no longer about who gets to lift the World Cup - but who gets to lift the coveted Drivetime car sticker! As you can (almost) see, the battle lines have been drawn. 29 randomly selected listeners have been allocated a team taking part in the finals. They join Simon, Matt and Pauline in hoping that their adopted country triumphs in South Africa, so they can win the ultimate prize! We'll keep you posted on the progress of our contestants throughout the tournament.

    Official BBC World Cup Wallchart
  • Going, Going, Gone ...

    Going, Going, Gone ...

    So, after nearly three weeks of huffing and puffing, we’re down to the last eight. The riff-raff are gone – yes, that definitely includes England – with Simon the last to leave at the second round stage following Portugal’s 1-0 defeat to Spain.

    Still with us for the quarterfinals are Jason, Gail, Tony, Martin, Terry, Mark and Sandy. Any one of these lucky folk could win the coveted Drivetime car sticker. But which one?

    All will be revealed soon ...

    Our World Cup Wallchart Gallery
  • Strange Brew ...

    Strange Brew ...

    Simon's son returned from Uganda and as in keeping with holiday gift tradition brought with him as a present of the local brew. Like lots of local liquors, Waragi, has a taste and smell to make you shudder!

    So, we got to wondering about all those bottles of booze from far-flung places, now gathering dust in your drinks cabinet.

    Joseph Piercy, author of “Slippery Tipples: A Global Guide To Weird and Wonderful Drinks” told us a few of his favourites and a few of the more beastly brews...

  • Scissor Sisters!

    Scissor Sisters!

    We definitely felt like dancing when Simon was joined in by Jake Shears and Baby Daddy of the Scissor Sisters.

    Direct from a storming set at Glastonbury, where they were joined by the diminutive disco queen Kylie Minogue, the Sisters revealed the inspiration behind their brand new album, the excellent, Night Work.

    See the Scissor Sisters live set at Glastonbury.
  • Confession: Northern Exposure!

    Dear Father Simon,

    I write to unburden a great feeling of guilt which has rested uncomfortably on my shoulders since the dark days of November 1982. This tale has remained shrouded in the depths of time and I shudder every time my mind is drawn to that dreadful night in Yorkshire.

    Let me explain. As a young 20 year old living in the South of England, my girlfriend at the time Glenda (now my wife of 24 years!) decided on a mini break to the North West.

    As per usual, such breaks tended to coincide with wherever Southampton Football Club happened to be playing. On this occasion it was a pilgrimage for a usual stuffing at Old Trafford (the mighty Saints in those days were known as 'Southampton Nil' - some things never change).

    Anyway, having received the usual summary dismissal by the opposing side, Glenda and I travelled across the Pennines on a cold dark night to meet up with my sister and her husband, who lived in a picturesque Yorkshire village.

    Arriving late, we settled in and then spent an enjoyable next day discovering the locality and doing the sorts of things that you do at that age, namely shopping (the women) and eating and drinking (the boys).

    Our hotel was a lovely old building with a roaring log fire and we decided that we would have a special evening in and a nice meal there along with a few drinks. As we were on holiday we thought we'd make it a bit special and would dress for dinner to really enjoy the local atmosphere.

    Thus (not un-expectedly) the early evening was spent scrubbing, polishing and getting ready for the feast ahead. This is I'm afraid where it all went a bit pear shaped.

    You see, our two rooms were situated across the corridor to each other
    and as the ladies got themselves prepared, there were frequent scurries
    across from one room to the other to borrow 'bits and pieces'… hairbrushes, safety pins, lippy and of course to ask the proverbial question of 'does my bum look big in this?' you know the kind of thing, I'm sure…

    Us chaps quickly tired of this game, which seemed to go on for hours, and settled down in our respective rooms to watch the football scores on the in room TV. About 10 minutes before dinner we simply undressed showered and re-dressed, while our better halves where still rushing back and forth "preparing" for the night ahead.

    As I stood washing myself there came the umpteenth knock at our bedroom door, by now slightly irritated by my sisters visits, I waited for the second knock and as it went unanswered, I reluctantly shouted 'I'll get it, then'… As it turned out, I later discovered my future wife was fighting with the hairdryer and was oblivious to the visitor.

    I leapt purposely from the shower to greet my sister at the door. Flinging it open wide, and for special effect dropping the small bedroom towel that was around my waist, I stood there in all my glory, arms in the air. 'Hang loose big sis', I shouted.

    What followed will live with me for ever. You see, it wasn't my sister standing in the doorway, neither was it my brother-in-law. Instead, frozen, eyes wide and face contorted in horror, stood an elderly, nay, craggy waitress, notebook in hand. She was simply knocking to ask what we would like from the evening's menu.

    In abject horror, I covered my intimate area as best I could (in what can only be described as a cartoon manner), gulped, and after what can only have been 3 seconds (but seemed a lifetime) jumped back inside the room with a petrified yelp.

    'GLENDA!' I shouted, 'quick, there is a lady at the door asking what we
    want to eat - tell her… I'll have anything!'

    Totally oblivious to my misdemeanour, my future Mrs duly obliged and
    informed the waitress of our requirements… 'She was a bit miserable', remarked Glenda as she returned into the room 'and she looked rather shocked'.

    She certainly was and there was no flicker of a smile later that evening
    either as she served us at our table. In fact she positively banged my meal
    down in front of me, and she’d given me smaller portions than anyone else.

    So Father Simon and Collective, I now beg forgiveness.

    Not to my sister who, on the occasion of my 21st birthday a month later presented me with a silver tankard bearing the words 'Hang Loose' on it, nor to my wife who found the whole thing hysterical, when the story was told.

    But to the good staff of the Hotel and in particular the boggle-eyed, craggy waitress. I worry to this day as to whether the incident destroyed her ability to deliver or respond to calls for room service for life! I leave my ill judged actions at your mercy…

    Jim

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