I searched my name on Google the other day and it was not until I got to Bob Letha... that my name came up on the predictive search where Google guesses what you are inputting. I came to the conclusion that my millions of readers must already have Blog firmly in place at the top of their "favourites" list saving them time using search engines. Either that or they use Ask Jeeves the once heavily advertised search engine that now attracts up ...
I have decided to abandon my trawl through the failing careers of former Radio 1 DJ's, for the following reasons. Firstly I started to become concerned that no one else would care much for my almost morbid fascination with this subject, and secondly, all their careers seemed to follow a familiar track in to the abyss unless you exclude Steve Wright who does "Steve Wright in the Afternoon" as a kind of Groundhog Day fixture on Radio 2, such ...
''Mike Read, Mike Read, 275 and 285, Mike Read, Mike Read, national Radio One.". In his pomp during the days of limited radio stations and four TV Channels, Mike Read was everywhere. He presented the Radio One Breakfast Show, Saturday Superstore and Pop Quiz. Read was also a regular Top of The Pops presenter and often the star turn on the Radio One Roadshow that toured the country during the summer months. Heady days indeed, but perhaps ...
I had a rather surreal experience on Monday when I went to the dentist in Chequers Road in Basingstoke, and not just because it was one of the few times I had booked an appointment despite not actually having a toothache. Like most people I don't find going to the dentist a particularly fun experience and I have often described listening to Radio One fuckwitt Chris Moyles as the equivalent of a dental appointment, so imagine the the ...
I wrote a blog recently that suggested that my first ever football match was Reading v Rotherham in 1979. This was wrong, as my first match was in fact Hearts v Dundee in 1978, courtesy of my Uncle Ian. Hearts won 3-2 in what I assume was a thriller, though my only clear memories of this event are some sporadic drunken fights before the game and my Uncle placing me on train back to Kirkcaldy with an unknown but friendly elderly lady so he could ...