We were at John Peel's Shed there in the Assemply Rooms. It was truely lovely, as anticipated. I had already accidently listened to an abridged version on radio 4 without meaning to but enjoyed the punchlines in person. Poppy, Sandra; Alan Medicott and Craig. They came across well the second time around.
John Peel's Shed is a beautifully written stand-up documentary by John Osbourne about his relationship with radio and music. And intersects at funny winsome points with your own relationship with radio, and music. That's why he works.
I was trying to think of a photograph that would tune into this zeitgeist. It is 1987 and I am sixteen. My brother is sitting on my bed wearing my hat and paisley pyjamas. Beside him is my digital clock radio. Faux brushed steel for passing the 11-plus I cherished it. It followed me about for a good fifteen years. I went to sleep to Radio Luxembourg. Like many, my first taste of proper radio. And that first sense of being part of, inhabiting, an other world and adult place. An underbelly of the daytime.