I have a photo shoot this morning. Gone are the days when this would consist of a baffled photographer shrugging, asking me to wear headphones around my neck and then point at a record. This was obviously the only way of portraying a DJ pictorially and I’m afraid I usually gave in. So much so that I now often point at vinyl, just in case someone can’t quite remember who I am, ‘Oh you’re that guy off the radio! I wasn’t sure but now that you’re showing me that old Rick Astley 12”, everything is clear. Today I will lean, grimace and occasionally smile winningly.
Movies with Hugh Jackman talking Pan. What a top guest he is. Always. Funny, engaging, a real talent in an old school, all-singing, all-dancing way. And here we get a pirate who sings Nirvana and The Ramones. Then we perform an ARF and your opening year has been handed down. The gilded envelope reveals 1993 for your song selection. Hello Teletext and the Mondeo and Captain Corelli’s Mandolin! Let’s go watch Jurassic Park, Mrs Doubtfire and Groundhog Day and not bother with The Piano! And which song would you choose from (ridiculously) 22 years ago.
