A radio show isn't a radio show unless it's punctuacted with station idents, and reminders of who and what you're listening to. Yesterday I wrote and recorded a couple with the assistance of Jenny, in preparation for the Timewasting show which starts this coming Sunday at midday on Resonance FM. , if you're reading this, I advise you not to download them, and still less to listen to them, because you'll give yourself a hernia.

1. Jingle 1 (336k)

2. Jingle 2 (has to be my favourite) (276k)

It took about 20 takes to get “so much more” because of giggles. Man, I hope the station and its burgeoning listenership appreciates the effort.

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The posts on this blog will probably cease to a trickle between now and Christmas, as I'm under increasing pressure from, er, me, to bash out scripts for the programme – some of which will be audio distillations of the kind of thing you read here in any case. I might post up the transcripts of the bloggy-type stuff after the shows have aired, because I know the kind of depression you might all slump into if you can't read about the various depressions I've slumped into.

As in the manner of most valedictory posts on blogs, I'll probably post at length tomorrow as usual, but that's my intention – just in case you wondered where the fat boy had got to.

13th November

The first show of this new series kicks off in something approaching style, with a live performance from Keith John Adams, a heated argument with Alex Mayor (aka Alexanders Festival Hall) about the supposed merits of German microhouse, a sporting round-up with , political analysis with , records from Finland and, er, the planet Kobaia, and all stitched together with lugubrious, self-depracating commentary and the briefest glimpse of Kenny Loggins.

20th November

This 7-week series continues with something approaching aplomb, with a live performance from The Playwrights, a heated argument with Tommy Shotton from hotshot 9-piece combo Do Me Bad Things about the supposed merits of Norwegian black metal, a sporting round-up with , political analysis with , records from Sardinia and Japan, and all stitched together with lugubrious, self-depracating commentary and the briefest glimpse of Barbara Streisand.

27th November

This 7-week series continues with something approaching pizzazz, with a live performance from The Rebel, a heated argument with Paul Kearney from the Guided Missile record label about the supposed merits of Wings, yes, WINGS, a sporting round-up with , political analysis with , records from the Czech Republic and Brazil, and all stitched together with lugubrious, self-depracating commentary and the briefest glimpse of Hall & Oates.

4th December

This 7-week series continues with something approaching consistency, with a live performance from Simon Bookish, a heated argument with Shirley Lee from Spearmint about the supposed merits of Dexys Midnight Runners, a sporting round-up with , political analysis with , records from Hungary and Deptford, and all stitched together with lugubrious, self-depracating commentary and the briefest glimpse of Toto.

11th December

This 7-week series continues with something stealthily approaching brilliance, with a live performance from Stars In Battledress, a heated argument with Kev Hopper about the supposed merits of Brand X (Kev, do you think we should do Phil Collins instead?), a sporting round-up with , political analysis with , records from India and Plymouth, and all stitched together with lugubrious, self-depracating commentary and the briefest glimpse of Steely Dan.

18th December

This 7-week series stumbles towards its conclusion with vigour, with a live performance from poet Rogan Whitenails, a heated argument with Tim Steiner about the supposed merits of Nam June Paik, a sporting round-up with , political analysis with , records from Sweden and The Netherlands, and all stitched together with lugubrious, self-depracating commentary and the briefest glimpse of Barry White.

25th December

This 7-week series concludes with too much mulled wine, a live performance from artist Richard Dedomenici, a heated argument with about the supposed merits of gangsta rap, and another argument with Jenny McIvor about the supposed merits of Van Morrison, a sporting round-up with , political analysis with , records from creamy old England, and all rounded off with lugubrious, self-depracating commentary and the briefest glimpse of The Doobie Brothers.

[oh, and I almost forgot – is doing his Radio 4-style "Thought For The Week" each week, too.]

RIght. To work.

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