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Tonight saw the first installment of our new weekly SG1 Radio show, ‘Doggett & Ephgrave: In Your Inner Ear’.

I really enjoyed it. The lead-up was frenetic, what with us having to learn the system in the hour leading up to live broadcast, but it wasn’t too dissimilar to the tech we’d used previously. It helps that the studio is very comfortable, and that the guy who runs the station is lovely, helpful and easy-going. You feel like you’re walking into a space in which you fit (I don't mean this literally, though - of course - we do).

The couple of hours we were on-air zipped by. We managed to stay to schedule. We met in the morning to finalise this, drawing two pie charts to represent the show’s two hours and then breaking them up into segments relative to the topics we’d discuss. The method worked well, so we’ll keep it. It was vague and off-the-cuff enough for us to not feel like we were working to a script.

There were lots of nice moments. The planned recurring features worked, so I'm sure we’ll explore them again in the next few programmes; sitting back on them more, now we’re familiar with the desk and the software.

It was by no means a two-man show. We were joined by local comedian (and optical manager) Stephen Halliday, who contributed wonderfully to proceedings. My favourite sequence centered around him relaying a story about a cremation he attended as a child which featured a poor choice of closing music. I won’t reveal the details here to protect all concerned; should you want to know the ins & outs, then listen the podcast.

We’re prerecording the next show on Tuesday, as I'm gigging on Sunday. I hope no big news stories take place before broadcast to render the content out-of-date. If everyone on Earth can keep a low profile until then, I'd appreciate it.

Thanking the human race in advance. 

Kind regards,

David.

'Doggett & Ephgrave: In Your Inner Ear' streams at www.sg1radio.co.uk from 21:00 to 23:00 every Sunday, with the show available as a podcast soon afterwards. Check the SG1 Radio website for details.

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