In the car last week, I thought my young companion could do with a bit of music, so I switched on Radio 3. What a mistake. Rob Cowan droning on self-importantly (who he, anyway?) about how someone no-one’s heard of (his interviewee) would like some piece by someone no-one’s heard of. Minutes of chat and little music were so ghastly I switched off again.
Of, Radio 3 I mourn for thee, my poor, raped friend.