Yesterday, I was saddened to hear about the passing of Australian writer/broadcaster Clive James. A man whose erudite and witty essays in his book 'Unreliable Memories', like Woody Allen's comedic tomes in 'Without Feathers' and numerous whimsical Les Dawson monologues, were catalysts for my dabbling in the domaine de l'écriture humoristique. James' Sunday evening broadcasts on... Continue Reading →
No Message Taken, Again
In the early 1990's, I became an avid listener of an early evening Saturday radio show conceived by BBC Radio Five (later Five Live), which was fronted by a chirpy, motormouth Londoner named Danny Baker. An audio nugget I stumbled across by accident. This a consequence of leaving the radio broadcasting when Sports Report's concluded... Continue Reading →