Many years ago, when I still thought I’d lead a glamorous life in the meejah, I read radio news for a living. And it’s a medium I adore – the focus on words, the invisibility of it, so that, when you’re talking to thousands, it still feels as cosy as your own bedroom. Yesterday I got to be on the other side of the desk at Broadcasting House, away from the twiddly buttons and faders, and sadly without cans. But it was the most fun talking about books, and politics, and swearing in Essex as a small girl.
(It was BBC London, not Radio 1, but thanks to my friend Dave I got to play in all the studios, and wave at Scott Mills, who ignored me pointedly despite our heady halcyon days at Heart 106.2 lamenting the drive shift together.)
And you can listen here. (PG Warning: contains mild swears.)