Radio 1 have made complete frog soup out of me over the breakfast show. Simon Mayo and the Mystery Years was brilliant, Zoe Ball listenable, Sara Cox borderline unlistenable until that Big Ones thing which was good, but now the prospect of having to listen to a beached Moyles every morning has made this frog jump the pan. I tried Wogan for a bit but he keeps invited random clerics on to piffle about stuff. The music's usually OK though. I refuse to listen to the Today programme as their phone-ins are just the thinking man's playground scrap: "Now Archbishop, we've got Professor Dawkins on the other line and he says your mum looks like Thora Hird and you live in a council house. Are you going to just stand there? Fight! Fight! Fight!".

Most days now I just sit in glum silence, wondering why talents like Spoony or Colin and Edith aren't being pressed into service. Or why they can't just wire an Empeg up to their transmitters, play the frickin' records already, and sack the lot of 'em.

Peter