I was expecting the phone to ring itself off the wall today, until I realised that our landline isn't wall mounted and instead sits on a telephone table with a notepad and pen next to it, and something that holds letters, thus making the expression 'the phone ringing itself off the wall' redundant. Anyway, today was the day that the radio stations, television news channels, newspapers, and magazines were all going to ring me up and ask for my two-penneth worth regarding the fact that Ant and Dec had managed to get to number one in the charts thanks to a medium that I predicted in the dark days of 2007. I had the ringer volume turned up on the phone so that I would hear it while I was upstairs trying to decide what I was going to wear for the BBC news, and those satellite link ups with That London. My mobile was by my side, even waiting for me on the floor outside the bathroom with the door left open so I could hear it while I was in the shower.

I need not have fucking bothered. Maybe I will inherit this responsibility when Paul Gambaccini dies?

It is a weird situation that I am in; (without wanting to sound like I'm blowing smoke up my own arse) I not only predicted the rise of downloads, there are other things. I have for example played a large amount of bands and singers before they have been picked up by BBC 6Music, or any of the nationals, Jake Morley performed in a beer garden for me before he played for Janice Long or Dermot O'Leary. Aside from my position as a Nottingham music champion, there is also my well publicised love of Bowie which includes my writing and directing Moonage Daydream. So when did you last read my opinion in an article? When the talking heads appear on BBC4, how many times do you see me? When Leftlion or The Nottingham Evening Post (as I still call it) write articles about the local music scene, do they ask for input from someone who presents four radio hours of Nottingham musical brilliance every week, one of them in America? No they don't. This is despite their knowledge of me, so it beats me that they leave me out of ths loop. What makes it stranger still is the fact that bands know who I am and to send me music, and the public refer to me as 'Nottingham's Mr Radio'. Ah well, fuck the press, the public who listen to the shows are the ones that count.

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