After leaving my phone at home I switched on the radio in the car and immediately heard the pinched vowels and overtones of entitlement that told me I was listening to Radio 4.
I really can’t stand the BBC.
It’s like the prim deputy head at a private girls’ school chose the most condescending, entitled good-two-shoes 6th-formers to run a school radio station. Then gave them a £5billion budget.
I listened for about two minutes. They were complaining about something. They had nothing to say. Morrisey was right.
And so was Elvis.
I turned off the radio.