Monday, May 23, 2005

Just a Minute

This morning I woke up, as usual, to my radio alarm. Radio Four though, instead of John Humphreys and co verbally duffing up politicians, was playing an episode of Just a Minute, the oh-so-clever panel-show of smugitude. Several thoughts went through my head: one, that I'd made a mistake and should just stay in bed and see how things pan out (my favourite course of action in such situations); two, that it was actually Sunday again, and should just stay in bed; three, that there was something terribly, terribly wrong. I mean, really wrong. Like a nuclear strike, or the Houses of Parliament being on fire, or David Jason being ill. The more I thought about it, fearfully staring at the ceiling, the more I thought it was this last one. What other possible reason would they be playing such a warm reassuring cardigan of a show as Just a Minute, when really James Naughtie ought to be savaging a spin doctor? If this really is the apocalypse, I thought, well, at least it's going to be quite witty. I've had a good innings. Life's been good to me. And I've got a good excuse for not going to work. Louis Armstrong struck up inside my head with What a Wonderful World - "I see trees of green, red roses too..."

It was all spoiled by the scab continuity announcer badly reading the headlines, and telling us that there was a one day strike by BBC journalists and technicians. Damn. Bugger. I was so looking forward to the end of the world too.

1 comment:

  1. I was worried too! I woke up to the sounds of Dizzy Gillespie playing jazz trumpet. Which was horrible as I hate that sort of jazz. (I brace myself for an onslaught of retribution...)
    But unlike you Jim, I did not think the world had come to an end. I merely thought I had somehow magically retuned my radio in my sleep (I've done it before). So I checked it against my other radio which confirmed it was Radio 4 afterall. I was confused for a bit but didn't let it bother me and gave myself an extra 20 minutes sleep to recover.