Off To The Sonys
A little group of us from the Â鶹¹ÙÍøÊ×Ò³Èë¿Ú's Inverness office is just about to catch a plane to London. We're off to the in Mayfair - a posh, black tie affair which always degenerates into a verbal bun-fight by the end of the night. There's a certain point in the evening where the assembled big-wigs from the radio industry begin to resemble well-dressed football hooligans. I'm not joking. The whole horror of the event was perfectly captured by column in this week's Sunday Times. I think he suggests that televising the event might curb the tendency of high-profile presenters to litter their acceptances speech with colourful lanaguage. I'm not so sure. Radio people, who sepnd so much their lives watching their 'p's and 'q's and 'f's seem to need this annual outlet for their dark side. This year I'm taking some carbolic soap to wash out some mouths.
Â鶹¹ÙÍøÊ×Ò³Èë¿Ú Radio Scotland is up for two awards - Edi Stark for Speech Broadcaster and Give Me A Voice for the Community Award. I was one of this judges for this year, but not for either of those two categories. It was an interesting experience. There were five of us on the panel and we had more than seventy entries to listen to. Despite that, and desite the fact that we listened in isolation, there was remarkable unanimity on the winners.
As for tonight, well, fingers crossed that we come back with a gong or two. Either way I should be able to report back tomorrow with some juicy gossip and maybe some shocking photographs.
Let's hope neither involves me.
