I rang up Fluff once - he had signed something for me. He spoke on the phone exactly as he did on his radio show! I couldn't help chortling. A decent chap, and a wonderful broadcaster.
Absolutely. Happy memories as a teenager listening to him presenting the Top Twenty every week, excited to find out what was Numero Uno each week. Happy days. Innocent days!
The moment she's on the radio quacking, the radio goes off. Same for can't stop talking Norcross. Together, a nightmare, during which the cricket become completely incidental to their inane "banter". Grrr
Many years ago, as it would be, a friend came out of a phone booth, to walk straight into Alan Freeman.
"Alan Freeman!" he exclaimed, to which Mr. Freeman, sporting his usual wide smile, responded, "Hi, pop picker!" and strode on.
All good fun 😁
Ha ha!
I rang up Fluff once - he had signed something for me. He spoke on the phone exactly as he did on his radio show! I couldn't help chortling. A decent chap, and a wonderful broadcaster.
Absolutely. Happy memories as a teenager listening to him presenting the Top Twenty every week, excited to find out what was Numero Uno each week. Happy days. Innocent days!
I've been told that Alex Hartley isn't J Clitheroe's little sister. She sounds like Hylda Baker! She knows, you know!
The moment she's on the radio quacking, the radio goes off. Same for can't stop talking Norcross. Together, a nightmare, during which the cricket become completely incidental to their inane "banter". Grrr