Endorsements

"It was the most offended I've ever been by a Killer Whale story." Mrs. Trellis of North Wales

"I liked the video bit, that was quite good." J. Stephenson of Tucson, Arizona.

"Nope, never heard of it." Business Secretary, Vince Cable MP


Friday, 4 March 2011

A Couple of Words, If You Don't Mind...

Well, hasn't the world changed since we last met, eh? Murdoch's intolerable expansionist endeavours have been enabled by Jeremy Hunt, the Culture Secretary (that's his name, isn't it, James Naughtie...?), Kolo Toure has tested positive for Charlie Sheen and faces suspension (or at least I think that's what's happened) and everyone's favourite melty-faced dictator Colonel Muammar Gaddaffi has clung onto his stranglehold of the Libyan people with renewed vigour and ever more dodgy soundbites... and TV appearances where he sits in a car with an umbrella. Oh! And the Lib Dems lost their deposit in the Barnsley by-election (finishing 6th behind the BNP and an independent no-hoper).

But instead of musing on whether troubled actor Charlie Sheen (as we're contractually obliged to call him- a bit like 'The Actor Kevin Eldon') is a tragic case of celebrity excess taking its toll or a ludicrous genius finally saying the things we're all thinking; or whether the people of Libya will ever know freedom, I'm going to bring up a couple of personal causes (well, sort of personal).

Winning!: The rantings of a lunatic or the single greatest philosophical statement of the century so far?
First cause. For some reason Auntie Beeb (who is incidentally involved in both of these) has seen fit to axe the sitcom Whites. You remember Whites. It starred Alan Davies as a thinly-veiled parody of semi-celeb chefs (the kind you would see on Great British Menu) and was notable for its marvellous characterisation, super-sharp script and scene-stealing cameos from co-writer Matt King. Well, for some reason, BBC Comedy has decided that Whites was less able to inform, educate and entertain than, say, BBC Three's Coming of Age or Lunch Monkeys. Just muse on that for a while. Anyway, if you happen to be on Twitter then you can hurl abuse (but in a sort of semi-constructive way) at @bbccomedy with the hashtag #bringbackWhites.

Second cause. If you're a radio-loving insomniac like me, there's a good chance you will have heard some of 5Live's Up All Night with Rhod Sharp/Dotun Adebayo. A marathon of global news, features, phone-ins and everything you could ever want between the hours of 1 and 5 in the morning. On Tuesdays at 2.30 is the American TV slot and Rhod goes live (via the magic of Skype) to the living room of one Cash Peters, TV swami, author and alternative health guru who delivers a wonderful half hour of badinage, results of his latest health experiments and even some TV reviews if we have time. Now, what does this have to do with anything? Well, there's specualtion that Cash may have made his last utterance of the brilliance of Oprah's TV station on 5Live.

It's difficult to understand the magic of the Cash/Rhod relationship without actually listening to it, but suffice to say it's brilliantly entertaining and one of few things that can make me laugh out loud at near enough 3 o'clock in the morning. Broadcasts aside, Cash is somewhat of a cult hero inspiring fierce loyalty in members of The List (you may not know what that is, but I know for a fact you want to be on it now) and providing marvellous blog posts on his website (www.cashpeters.com), as well as providing spiritual guidance to those in need (myself included). His jolly and yet grizzled tones have helped people through exams, dissertations and probably even childbirth (almost certainly... probably). The fact is that Up All Night, 5Live and indeed all British late-night radio will be a poorer place if Cash has in fact made his last appearance.

So, I urge you, do what you can to keep Cash Peters Up All Night!

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