Apart from the excellent new online radio services like Last FM which take you off on a journey of your choosing, the only radio I listen to now is BBC Radio Four. Music radio is so appallingly bad that not only do I get nothing of value from it, but I get a sharp prod of annoyance from the experience of it. It's not the music itself - I'm good with that, even the chart - it's the utterly inane drivel that pours from the mouths of presenters that jars me. Listening to these people is nails-on-the-blackboard time. They have to be gone immediately, the dial turned to something more civilised before they pollute my airspace.

It is a source of great satisfaction that radio is becoming increasingly redundant in being the conduit for how popular music is passed into the public domain. The new tech is so efficient that everything and anything you want to hear is at your fingertips. It is your choice, where and when, without recourse to some idiot programmer's agenda while a drivelling nonentity passes worthless comment.

Now I should say: Russell Brand is genius and Chris Evans was unique in his day as were John Peel and Kenny Everett in theirs. To watch my old stable-mate, Tim Stevens, banter with kids live on air was something to see. But these guys are rare breed. The average radio jock or television presenter is an empty-headed moron with nothing useful to say on anything.