Showing posts with label radio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label radio. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 February 2011

"...and I suddenly had my first inkling of the gulf between his dreams and his powers."

Step forward former* Labour councillor John Cowan (link should open radio show in iPlayer for next five days), who turned up on the 'Jeremy Vine' show to expound on the need for a drinking license for all adults in the country.

Yes, that's right, a drinking license. To be backed up by a network of cards and card readers in stores, and revoked if any magistrate felt you had misbehaved after getting drunk. And if you just drank too much, then it would helpfully send an email to your GP, so he could call you in for a little chat.

You can tell he'd given it a lot of thought...

Even Vanessa Feltz, standing in for Vine this week, could barely keep the incredulity out of her voice as she fed him all the rope he needed to make a prize fool of himself on national radio. And, inevitably, there were a few listeners who rang in afterwards to agree with him.

*Oh, and as to why he's a former Labour member, well, drinking licenses wasn't his only bad idea:
Labour was forced to suspend another candidate today after he boasted about his sex life and made offensive comments on the internet.
John Cowan, who was fighting for a seat in South East Cambridgeshire, made a series of inappropriate comments in chatrooms.
As well as talking about sex, Mr Cowan, a former manager of glamour models, posted adverts asking for people to pose nude for his photographic portfolio.
And he speculated about the death of Margaret Thatcher, admitted illegally paying his cleaner cash-in-hand and said he would not want his children to marry a Muslim.
Labour can sure pick 'em, can't they? And aren't we lucky that this man will never have the clout to bring his crazy scheme to fruition?

Friday, 18 December 2009

The End Of An Era…

By the time this posts itself up to the blog, the last Terry Wogan Breakfast Show will be coming to a close. And the BBC will be replacing him with some sort of ginger gibbon they’ve trained to hold a microphone...

*sigh*

Thanks for all the laughs, Sir Tel. You are truly irreplaceable…