Jonathan Nash

I hate the radio.

One signally memorable feature of Andy Hutchinson's reign as Ed of YS, apart from (as he later admitted) the tragic, mag-shattering error of a lifestyle section, was the constant playing of Radio One.

Readers may be aware of it. It is a radio station seemingly designed to make you yearn for a nuclear apocalypse or indiscriminate viral plague.

From 9:30 in the morning to six o'clock at night, the YS tape deck would blast out Radio One. At this time I was commuting to Bath, so, if I had something importantly time-sensitive to complete, I would have to rise at 5am. This did not help.

Fortunately, Andy's move to (I think) ST Format and Linda's subsequent rise to editor ushered in an era of tape-based indie pop, but the scars remained. Even now I simply refuse to stay in any place where a radio is playing, and so have missed out on everything from music programmes I'd undoubtedly enjoy to On the Hour.

Thanks, Andy.