Jolly good institution, the BBC. They are all, mostly, good eggs. Mind you, I have a little bone to pick with them of a musical nature.
When I heard the BBC's rendition of the National Anthem at 7 o'clock this morning on Radio Four, it almost induced me to slumber again. Some loyal employee must have been on the blower to seek the advice of Lord Stansgate or Red Ken Livingstone.
What I wish for at that time of the morning, or any time for that matter, is a buoyant, stirring version. I suggest they get in touch with the Director of Music in the Guards Division pronto.
Flying High
7 hours ago
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