I like me a bit of radio. Always have done – ever since I first walked into the kitchen or the living room with ‘the radio on.’ My mum, especially, was always listening to something or other. On a typical Sunday, say, Just a Minute while chopping carrots, roasting potatoes and getting Yorkshire puddings to rise, and then Gardeners’ Question Time after we all made short work of dinner a couple of hours later. The Archers too, of course, such that it’s still hard to whistle for any length of time without eventually landing on its theme.
Never mind all that, though. Round about now, all I really want to do is doff my cap to one Danny Baker… now that his eight months ‘off air’ are finally over with and done. (In case you’re not up to speed with such things, he’s been battling throat cancer, and, given he makes a living out of talking, the sort of irony best described as ‘cruel’).
I might as well cut to the chase, then. Out of the countless radio voices I’ve heard in my lifetime, for my money Baker’s stands alone. There is simply no one better at ‘doing radio’ and listening to him over the years has always been one of life’s most reliable delights. He’s one of a kind, alright, and for too long radio was all the poorer without him ‘on it.’ It’s great to know he’s well again – and, thanks to those good ol’ boys Messrs. Analog and Digital, it’s great to have him back!
But, hey, don’t just take my word for it. Here’s the cast-iron truth of Top Trumps™. (Weird: whoever made this particular card forgot to make him beatable…)