Dave Lee Travis

Driving towards Tring on a drizzly morning with the radio tuned to 828 Medium Wave is like travelling back in time. On the M25 the signal is still too faint and crackly to make out that sonorous, diluted Mancunian voice once so familiar. Then, as you turn off at Junction 20, it really starts comin' atcha through the windscreen wipers: 'But just to get serious for a moment, folks. Let's not forget that the police do a really great job...' It ebbs again, lost to the atmospheric hiss as the four-wheeled Read more [...]