In about an hour and three quarters, I start my first solo radio show. What the Hell was I thinking agreeing to do this?

As far as the mechanics of the thing go, I'm fine, I can operate all the equipment, and even re-program the desk if needed.

Believe it or not, it's the talking part of the job I'm worried about.

Those of you who've met me in real life will probably be rolling around on the floor clutching your sides with laughter at that last sentence. It has been noted that if talking ever beomes an Olympic sport, I'll probably get picked for the British team.

One friend, who will remain nameless, said to someone, "He does know that he's not supposed to talk for the whole two hours, doesn't he?", which will give you an idea of what my so-called friends think of me! ;-)

Oh well, it's fast approaching the time when I need to head off to the station. I'm getting there a whole hour ahead of time, in order to get all the CDs out of the library beforehand, and get a jump on what trailers I have to play and what announcements I have to read out.

You can listen online, here.

I probably won't say much in the first 15 minutes apart from introducing myself and the show. That'll give me time to settle in and get my shit together. I just hope to God I can curtail the infamous Turner wit, once I relax!

If I don't die of nerves in the ensuing two hours, I'll catch you all later.