It has taken a while, but today was the day I have to admit to you that it’s over.
After the umpteenth time of rolling my eyes and saying to anyone within earshot, “Why are they SPEAKING like that? What is this cadence they are using? Why do they all sound the same?” I knew that was it.
Radio 1, I think it’s best if we call it a day.
It’s not just that some of your presenters could be old enough to be my children if I had been a very young mum (Dev, for instance was born in 1984; Greg James, 1985); it’s not just that your demographic is 15-29-year-olds, despite the fact the average listener is 32; it’s just that I feel there is now a rift similar in size to the San Andreas fault.
It’s been building up over the past year or so, but I’ve tried to ignore it as I’ve mum-danced to One Direction and The Wanted in the kitchen
But I admit: you’re way too youf for me now.
Don’t get me wrong. I still enjoy listening to some chart music and I don’t mind listening to some daft banter on the airwaves, but, it’s gone too far for me and I think it’s time we parted company.
We’ve had some good times, you and I. Do you remember how I taped the Top 40 every week on my C90s so I could listen to it over and again during the week?
Do you remember that I even had a couple of messages read out on air! The thrill!
I loved the Radio 1 roadshow in Swanage. I thought I was really cool and despite the fact that it was Dave Lee Travis DJing and he was a miserable beggar to us after we’d queued for his autograph, it is etched in my memory as a brilliant, fun-filled day.
So, you see, it’s not you, it’s me.
But I think we part on good company. You’ll still be on in my kitchen when my children want to listen, but I’m going to have to look for new pastures when I want some musical entertainment.
I’ve tried BBC 6 Music and it’s OK for a while; I listen to commercial stations until the ads come on; I can handle Absolute 80s and 90s for short bursts, but I don’t want it to be my new radio beau. I have Radio 4 when I need something more heavyweight, but what now for music? I’m not sure I’m ready for Radio 2, though; it feels a step too close to comfy, beige, polyester slacks.
So for the next few weeks, I’ll be searching around, looking for a new home, although I’ll still sneak a bit of Scott Mills in every so often.
Thanks for everything, though, Radio 1. May you entertain the youf for a long time.