What A Swell Party That Was
I'm afraid I was a bit cruel to some of our presenters on Wednesday night. We were having a little reception at Queen Margaret Drive in Glasgow. I wanted to thank everyone who'd been involved in our summer schedule and to allow new presenters to meet their more experienced colleagues. (It took me ten minutes to write that last sentence without offending anyone).
So I waited until everyone had a glass in their hand and then I asked for hush as I read out a list of genuine complaints we'd received from listeners in the past few weeks. There was criticism about pronunciation, about inaccurate journalism, about unfunny comedy and dire music. Then, in a dramatic twist, I punctured the seething silence by revealing that these complaints had been directed at other radio stations so, heh heh, bet that got you worried, heh heh, no dont come any closer with that broken wine bottle, heh heh, ouch.
As the Zen applause faded (one hand clapping) I drifted around the room looking for a friendly face and got talking to Tom Morton who gave me the astonishing news that he may give up writing his famous blog. Of course, he doesn't get paid for it, which may be a factor, but the truth may lie with the
Apparently the NLS has started a project to archive the weblogs and e-mails of influential Scots. Naturally both Tom and I feel our own blogs should be preserved for future generations and we've been waiting for the call from Edinburgh.
Funny how Tom's phone went on the blink same time as mine.
