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I don't know what her dad thinks, but I think it was an awful program. A bit like having a parrot spout out it's learned vocabulary with no alignment to the content. Why can't we have someone of the caliber of Martin for weekend breakfast every weekend. This is the only Breakfast program I regularly listen to but I am now considering an alternative when CB-H is moderating.
The reported tweets which seem to be more employed by certain of the Breakfast presenters - Clemency Burton Hill amongst them - reached a new low today with her apparent recommendation of a tweet from one buffoon who had just listened to one of the movements from Gorecki's Symphony of Sorrowful Songs.
"A perfect accompaniment to the sunshine and bacon rolls" she merrily reported.
I'm glad to have had this confirmed, as I was reluctant to believe the evidence of my own ears. And this straight after having given a long explanation of the text of the second movement (which was what was played), referring to the fact that it was a message written in Polish on the wall of a Gestapo cell. In her desperation to be loved by her audience, she seemed oblivious to the crass insensitivity of not only the general tenor of the tweet but the specific reference to bacon rolls.
Like others, I enjoy weekend Breakfast when it is presented by Martin Handley or Ian Skelly, with their deft professionalism and occasional touches of whimsy. But Clemency Burton-Hill's relentless self-promotion and often seemingly endless chatter are beyond the pale.
CBH seems to be the sort of 'top totty' menopausal male TV bosses stick in gardening programmes and the like, to "sex them up". Here she is on R3, masquerading as a presenter, but clearly out of her element, and where any attraction she may purportedly possess is lost over the airwaves, further negated by the foot-in-mouth disease she evidently suffers from. Harumph!
Don't know where this should go - rubbish bin probably but a golden moment for this oldie. Atabout 7am Petroc mentioned a call from someone who remembered Colin Davis in 1953 conducting the London Hospitals Symphony Orchestra. I remember him a little earlier with the Kalmar Orchestra. The link for me is that my old RAH rehearsal friend, Fred Marshall, conducted the Hospital orch after Colin.
Fred was apparently a member of Friends of R3, known to Ff, but I didn't learn this until after notice of his death recently.
He would have been an asset to these boards. Said no-one would be interested
Don't know where this should go - rubbish bin probably but a golden moment for this oldie. Atabout 7am Petroc mentioned a call from someone who remembered Colin Davis in 1953 conducting the London Hospitals Symphony Orchestra. I remember him a little earlier with the Kalmar Orchestra. The link for me is that my old RAH rehearsal friend, Fred Marshall, conducted the Hospital orch after Colin.
Fred was apparently a member of Friends of R3, known to Ff, but I didn't learn this until after notice of his death recently.
He would have been an asset to these boards. Said no-one would be interested
I am of course, as ever, very interested and you would, of course, enjoy the Bruckner .......
The 'classical chart', for all its potential banality (Smoooooooooooooth classics, etc.) today offered up something useful for listeners - a chance to hear the Belcea Quartet in their new Beethoven cycle and Bostridge singing Britten. The latter, alas, does absolutely nothing for me, but still, for those curious to hear it (and who missed 'CD Review'), they could.
When you're up here, when you're up here you think you love all those people around you out there, but you don't. You don't love them like...Oh, if you learn it properly, you can get yourself a technique and smile. Down you smile and look the jolliest, friendliest thing in the world, but you would be just as dead and used up, just like everybody else. You see this face? This face can split open with warmth and humanity. It can sing, tell the worst, unfunniest stories in the world to a great mob of dead, drab irks. And it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because look, look in my eyes. I'm dead behind these eyes.
John Osborne, The Entertainer.
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I switched on this morning at eight (just after the news) hoping for the educated and elegant comments of Martin Handley. But no - the back announcement had the flavour of Cfm - matey, shirtsleeves style - and as the presenter took us into a phone-in about brass bands, I thought 'like local radio'. And, indeed, Radio Merseyside's Drive Time programme is Simon Hoban's home turf. Well - I turned it off seconds later.
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