Gone, But Never Forgotten

Apparently, October 12th is John Peel Day.

Who am I to argue? The bloke was a diamond who will never be forgotten, and though I can never wax lyrical about him after the fashion of Archie, Mental Kid, Dave and Richard from Gordon Legge's classic novel, 'The Shoe', even I - who was always more of a Late Night Mark Radcliffe type - can recognise if it wasn't for the sterling efforts of Mr Peel, the likes of Nigel Blackwell, David Gedge and Mark E Smith would be better known as that slightly frazzled looking mature student doing a Communications Degree at a Tech college in Crosby, Bramley or Widnes, heavy on the sarcasm but heavier around the gut, and whose feared in seminars by other students for his withering glare. (As a sideline, he will also moan about the price of a pint of heavy at the student union bar whilst sharing an in-joke with himself by telling disinterested bystanders that his real name is Holger Czukay.)

Beg, borrow or download 'Teenage Kicks' by the Undertones and play it at full blast in memory of John.

UPDATE

I had to employ the strike key through part of the above post 'cos the passage was clunky, unfunny and badly written. Even more than usual.