As soon as I saw this thread my failing memory cells went "zap"! Which is remarkable as my poor old Mum died a couple of days ago and I currently resemble a spaced out brain on legs. Those programmes were splendid - I know why now looking at the people involved, thanks Fred! Think I listened to some of them on a portable radio placed precariously on the nearside seat of a Wolseley Land Crab while trundling between Croydon and Wembley. Wasn't a snippet from Vaughan Williams' 'Job - a Masque for Dancing' used to introduce the programme each week? Or have the above sad circumstances finally cooked my cortex?
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