Test Match Special
Despite the wave of support after his cricketing chat, it didn't sound like Balls would be rallying for another election
'You can't bore people into buying your product, you can only interest them into buying it.' ... In today's world, is advertising interesting? ... Are all interestings equal? Or are some more interesting than others? How interesting does an interesting have to be to get noticed?
On paper, a group of ageing middle class men wittering on for eight hours about a sport where very little can happen for five days straight doesn't sound like radio gold, however the BBC has turned it into an art form.
Geoffrey Boycott's cranky Yorkshire vocals have been missed since the forgettable Ashes series, but ahead of a summer of
I got into a discussion/argument/fracas with a chap at a social gathering recently. He was loudly denouncing cricket as boring and all that other guff that savage brutes of his ilk always bang on about...
Tributes have been paid to Test Match Special commentator Christopher Martin-Jenkins has died of cancer at the age of 67
Listen to too much TV sports coverage and your brains will begin to run out of your ears. I'll happily take TMS with me everywhere
Minute-by-minute commentary from Lord's as England bid to become the world's top side against India.
I always knew that there was something odd about Ed Miliband - it wasn't his voice, his clothes, or even his opinions. It was something indefinable. And now I know what it is, he turned down an invitation to appear on Test Match Special. It is the pinnacle of any English politician's life. And to my inner schoolboy's joy I was lucky enough to get an invitation a few weeks ago. The week before was the normal run of a politicians' life: meetings, more meetings, the odd TV and radio slot, and a few interviews for the local papers. However, as the big day approached, this was eclipsed by my fixation on the long range weather forecast. And it wasn't looking good. Hampshire, it told me, would be wet. I twittered my sarcastic frustration over our flaming June.