Radio Ga Ga

Do you know how radio works? As in the actual making of shows and how they are put together?

I don’t, not a clue. But yesterday morning, I did get a glimpse of something quite magical and terrifying in equal measures.

Going back to last year, I wrote a blog post about finding the motivation to take up Couch to 5K through the Instagram feed of Sophie Law, a presenter on BBC Oxford. A colleague of Sophie’s read the post and got in touch, as the radio station were looking to start up a club of people taking up running – and trying to understand the reasons why.

So we agreed that I would try and hide away during the school run and join in a quick conversation, live on air.

My phone vibrated at the agreed time. It was explained that team were running through the travel and weather and I would be on. It was at this point that I could hear the show through my phone. It completely threw me. As someone who has never phoned in to a radio show before, I am not entirely sure what I expected – but I didn’t expect to be hearing traffic news from Oxford down the line.

I wanted to cough. Could I cough? Would my cough be heard by thousands?

I then heard the voice of presenter David Prever explain the idea of the running club, and that they would be talking to an expert.

Wait, was I the expert? Was this my Guy Goma moment?

My heart leapt into my throat.

Thankfully another voice kicked in. That of someone who knew what they were talking about.

Then a second voice followed. Another of Sophie’s victims.

Before eventually, David introduced me.

Panic. Sheer panic set in. I had half planned out in my head what I would say – which then poured out of my ears as I started to talk. I think I even spoke over the presenter at one point, which I am sure is terribly bad form.

But I was on the radio. Little old me – through a connection via social media and a mutual love of wine, pies and running along towpaths – I had used up some of my 15 minutes of fame.

And then that was it. The voice I had first heard kicked back in, telling me we were done – and thanking me for my time.

Thanking me? Me? I loved it. Every minute of it. I now want more. I should be the one thanking them.

So if you work on a radio show in Leeds, Newcastle or anywhere else in the world – and you need someone to talk about – well, pretty much anything with confidence if a little lacking in substance, you know where to find me.

You can hear me here from about the 1h 21m mark.

This has been Chris King, from NorthernWrites, handing back to the studio!

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