The wonderful article with the wonderful Kirsty Young mentions the DID episodes featuring Victoria Wood and Tony Wilson. I can't find the latter, although I'd very much like to hear it. Am I being dumb? Quite possibly...

Issue 108, page 56:-

4Khz should be 4 kHz. k for kilo (as in a thousand), Hz for Hertz (as in Heinrich). Perhaps one for Seventies' next spelling test?

Sorry, but it is my profession to know such things.

Steve (nit-picker-extraordinaire)

Great to see Ishmael Jingo's 'Fever' on the cover CD. I first heard it on Radio 3's much-missed Mixing It back in 1999 and had to wait 18 painful months for the CD to actually come out in real shops.
It's a great track to play before a live band in order to make a pub full of rowdy punters take notice, although it's equally entertaining watching barely adequate indie drummers attempting to play along.
The rest of the Afro-Rock album is worth buying, too, in case you were curious.

I'll keep it short and hopefully I won't break any posting rules.

I turned 40 on Tuesday, and to celebrate I'm having 3 bands play on Saturday night at The Globe Ale House, Hills Road, Cambridge (CB2 1NW).

All local Massive are welcome to join in my celebrations, 9pm kick-off. Do come and say hello.

Cheers,
Steve

I recently heard 'Cockney Translation' by Smiley Culture which brought to mind hearing on early/mid-80's BBC Radio 1 a reggae tune with the refrain "I've got a bad, bad whatsitsname... a bad, bad thingumybob".
Heard once, 25 years ago, and now driving me insane.
I can find nothing in any of the the usual online places, but I'll bet somebody round here has a copy.
Cheers,
Steve

Track 15 on this month's CD is 'A Good Reason' by Broken Records and not 'If the news makes you sad...'
Am I holding a future rarity? Maybe I could take early retirement, or buy that speedboat...
Steve

Imagine the scene. I'm attending a girl's 5th birthday "disco party" with my daughter (just turned 5) and son (almost 3) in a village hall in deepest rural Cambridgeshire. Curtains are drawn, coloured lights are swirling, DJ is blasting out faves from Sugababes, Girls Aloud and Bob the Builder.
I'm swigging champers when there's a familiar tug at my sleeve. "Dad, can we have your car keys?" Without thinking, I hand them over to my daughter and carry on discussing the latest issue of the day.
A few minutes later, I hear the opening bars of "Funky Kingston" by Toots and the Maytals coming over the PA. And look up to see all the kids fleeing the dancefloor... with the exception of my pair. So I put down my glass, rush over and join in with my skanking offspring. I am a proud man.
My cover is blown. It turns out that the other parents don't play their kids music in the car, let alone DJ in a pub (my once-a-month night out). Toots' "Reggae Greats" never leaves my glovebox and is probably the most-played soundtrack to the school run.
Am I breeding a new generation of musical snobs? Should I expect a visit from social services?
It turns out the DJ was somewhat taken aback to be handed a CD by two young kids, with a request to "please play track 5", but he's apparently game for a laugh. And he doesn't see many dancing dads, either. For the record, I am a 30-something white Radio 4 listener, so you can probably guess how well I dance.