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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

I seem to be developing and new and interesting side obsession with all things radio. This has probably got a lot to do with the fact that the television reception in my bedroom is so appalling as to be pointless, and the viewing choices of my flat mates tend not to stretch past re-runs of The Simpsons and MTV.

The weekend in London was quite radio-heavy, as it turned out. We spent the mornings listening to Christian O’Connell’s excellent breakfast show on Xfm, drove around on Saturday and Sunday listening to Jon Holmes’ show on Virgin, and also meeting up with Ricky Gervais and Steve Merchant after their Saturday afternoon show on Xfm.

We met up with Steve and Ricky straight after their show this week, which was fantastic for all the wrong reasons – they were both sporting what sounded like fairly sizeable hangovers, and bravely ploughed through their two hours by needlessly slagging each other off.

The interview went fabulously well, mainly I suspect due to the fact that myself and Susan were completely incapable of feeling nervous about anything. We both went as far as to pronounce it the best interview we’ve ever done, but time (and transcription) will tell.



As for meeting Adam and Joe… well. That was quite something. We are still both a bit rubbish about getting nervous before interviews, especially if we really like the people we’re about to talk to, and particularly if we haven’t spoken to them before – which isn’t usually the case, as we tend to nab people after gigs rather than going through management. This was a totally unique situation for us though, and as we sat in the reception of Tiger Aspect in Soho, we couldn’t help but desperately pray that neither of us would fall over in the heat of the moment, and sat instead catching each other’s eye and try not to giggle like the school children we so obviously are. And just as we thought we had control of the situation, all four of the League of Gentlemen walked out of a side room and stood not two feet away from us.

So when Adam and Joe turned up five minutes later, and led us up some stairs we weren’t particularly surprised to meet The League at the top of the stairs, and from what I could see of Susan, we managed to do quite a convincing impression of not being particularly impressed. While our insides went all silly. Fun.

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