Monday, 21 July 2014


Ah well there you go.   Another day of LBC, who formally used the slogan,  ‘London’s Biggest Conversation’ in the days when, as a London based talk radio station, which they made available to the planet via the 3 Ws

Nowadays, LBC Radio is a National terrestrial station that is still available to the planet via the 3 Ws, whether your broadband contract has a fair use policy clause or otherwise.  However, their revised aerial coverage meant a revised slogan to go with it after the change though.    So they now actually transmit the boast,  ‘Leading Britain’s Conversation’ and even out alone in their car the station seems to be pre-tuned to annoy me although I leave it on Classic FM after locking up...

I don’t like the station myself because the constant nattering tends to jar me.   Indeed, I used to make use of the off switches quite a lot but to no avail because, ‘Her Indoors’ is a fan of the constant nagging and goes around the house behind me switching all the radio sets back on again.   I did try to bury our kitchen radio in the garden once, but she was on to me and soon replanted it back on the kitchen window sill again...

I can’t say that the station bothers me in he Evenings though because the family watch television then and the telly is much easier for me to ignore.

My problem with the station during the mornings though is actually the Losing of Britain’s conversation!

We’ve had days now of a presenter who to my mind, is a bigoted twerp who thinks he’s a gift to radio presentation while being the reason that listeners cannot get any opinions of what fellow listeners want to say because of his swollen egotistic rhetoric.

I would like to write here now, just one example of a listeners comment, but the presenter, James O'Brien, has once again today stifled anyone who tried to express one.  Although someone did call in to quietly explain that a blockade is not what it seems, but only to hear James, following the news and the ‘Leading Britain’s conversation’ boast, poorly imitating a demented Garden Gnome screeching., “There is no blockade.”  As a JIBE!!!

So much energy to make a point that your point don’t matter, is my only conclusion...

What became of entertainment I ask?