Archive for the ‘radio 4’ Category
I have just been recorded for Radio 4′s Feedback programme expressing my views or, as I like to think of them, ‘the views of the nation’, about the chairmanship of I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue. I now have all kinds of insider info about the programme and what might happen in the next series which I can’t possiby divulge. But if you want to hear what I think (or if you’re interested in hearing about what Jon Naismith has to say about it, or if you just want to hear the funniest moment from the last series again) listen in on Friday at 1.30pm or Sunday at 8pm, or via the iPlayer for the next week, or download the podcast and listen to it again and again and again and again….
This afternoon’s Poetry Please was given over to the book of Psalms. Some were read in the King James version, and others in Robert Alter’s recent translation. These latter were particularly fabulous. There was an interesting selection of psalms, beginning with the familiarity of the King James version of Psalm 23, the bookends of 1 and 150, and various others including 22, 19, 13, 65 and 104. The programme ended with both the KJV and Alter’s translation of Psalm 137 which almost had me in tears.
There are two teenage girls playing tennis on TV at the moment. One is tall and blonde, wearing a little fitted dress that barely covers her bottom. The other is wearing an aertex shirt and pleated skirt that look like my old school games kit. She also has acne and looks like she could do with a proper sports bra.
So, which one just hit three aces in a row?
I love when the British girls do well at Wimbledon.
As the guardsman of time strokes the bearskin of eternity, and the sergeant major of fate orders him back to the barracks to put some clothes on…
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Humphrey Lyttelton, jazz trumpeter, Old Etonian, ex-guardsman, and panel game host has died. I shall go home and listen to old I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue episodes in the sad knowledge that there will be no more to come.
Listening to Saturday Live this afternoon I was utterly flabbergasted by the listener piece on the evils of homework. Not because the six year old boy didn’t want to do any. Nor even because his father would rather take him out and kick around a football. Nor even at the frustration of the mother trying to get it done ‘for fear of what school would say’. No, I was taken aback by the bluntly honest abdication of all responsibility for their son’s education. Schools, apparently should teach, and parents should parent. It was hard to tell, but ‘parenting’ in this context seemed mainly to refer to having fun with one’s child. Because that’s what children are for, obviously: entertaining their parents. Some grievance was expressed that schools were trying to ‘outsource a greater part of the educational process to parents.’ So that when children aren’t doing well, the finger of blame might be pointed at the parents. ‘If the kid’s not doing well, the buck should stop with the teacher and the school, not the parent.’
I know people frequently behave in ways that indicate they take no responsibility for their children. But I don’t recall ever hearing it stated so baldly and with so little defence.
You can listen again on the Radio 4 website. It’s about 5 minutes in to the programme.
Thanks to Muriel Gray for clearly explaining both the responsibility of parents and the purpose of homework, after the end of the listener piece.
Pip Archer is fifteen years old.
And has a boyfriend.
In the Young Farmers.
I was just listening to the News Quiz and giggling at one of the cuttings about a woman who took second prize in a cake competition for which she was the only entrant. It reminded me of something I heard on the Archive Hour a couple of years ago about a children’s poetry competition run by the Home Service during WWII. The terribly posh announcer explained that there had been several thousand entrants for this competition but not one of them had been considered good enough to win the prize! He even illustrated this point by reading out some of the poems and explaining why they were so bad.
Can you imagine anyone daring to do that today?! I thought it was wonderful.
I have Radio 4 playing live on my computer at the moment. I have missed the shipping forecast so much. I have never needed to know where any of these mysterious sounding places are, nor what the code is by which the forecast is described. I just love the soothing rhythm of the announcements:
Dogger, southeast veering southwest 4 or 5, occasionally 6 later. Thundery showers. Moderate or good, occasionally poor.
North Utsire, South Utsire, Northeast 3 or 4. Occasional rain. Moderate or poor.
Rockall, Malin, Hebrides. Southwest gale 8 to storm 10, veering west, severe gale 9 to violent storm 11. Rain, then squally showers. Poor, becoming moderate.
Biscay, Trafalgar, Finisterre, North 7 to severe gale 9. Heavy snow showers. Good, becoming poor in showers. Moderate.
Magical. Just in case there is any confusion, these are not the real forecasts for tonight. I would hate to be the cause of any ships setting sail with false information.
And now, God Save The Queen. I think I might stand up.
Andrew Marr (Scot) is presenting a series on Radio 4 at the moment about what it means to be English. The first episode which aired on Monday focussed on one of the most quintessentially English fictional characters: Miss Jane Marple, late of St Mary Mead, knitter and amateur detective. Presenting all the appearance of a batty old lady barely able to remember where she left her crochet hook, she possesses the keen eye and quick mind that will make every unsuspecting police officer look a fool.
The particular quality she embodies is self-deprecating brilliance. Read the rest of this entry »