Talksport. Talky. Sporty. Talksporty. Bye.

I’m presenting on Talksport radio all this week, through the night. Alone in a dark studio, talking to callers from all over the country, I imagine myself as Clint Eastwood in Play Misty For Me. He was well cool in that (although, obviously, I’m hoping not to be stalked by any psychotic listeners). Anyway, Talksport is the best radio station in Britain and, even if you can’t be bothered staying up to listen to me, I suggest you listen to some other bit of it at some point in the near future. Thanks.