mostly david ephgrave

Tonight we secretly pre-recorded another episode of our internet radio show ‘In Your Inner Ear’. While it generally goes out live, Glyn is on holiday for the next two Sundays, so we’ve had to fit a couple of recordings in before he went away. Rather than record a couple out of sync with the live shows, we decided to broadcast them all in chronological order – which led to us recording next Sunday’s show tonight while the show we recorded last Wednesday went out (still with me?). We listened to the beginning of the broadcast before we started, which was bizarre, yet confidence-boasting. It sounded like a proper show and everything. The theme for tonight’s recording was ‘celebrity’; a topic we covered a few weeks back, before realising we had more stories to tell. This week’s stars included Jeffrey Archer, Ulrika Jonnson, David Bellamy and Grotbags from Emu’s All-Live Pink Windmill Show; we move in illustrious circles. We also referred to last night...

Today’s blog is about Gladiators, because James Acaster told me it should be. (I couldn’t discuss Eggheads as I’ve already covered it twice, and didn't want to talk about David Trent, for fear of facing the wrath of the world’s angriest comedian.) I assume James meant the 90s LWT programme and not those Roman chaps who were paid in salt. Either way, I’m at a disadvantage; I didn’t watch the show, and everything I know about the muscly, fighty, slavey kind was gleaned from Russell Crowe, who probably wasn't the best source. With the first option, I’m aware of the basics. I know it was hosted by Ulrika Jonsson (with a name like an anagram), John Fashanu (likewise) and Jeremy Guscott (remember him?). All the contenders were named after Lynx deodorants. Most people fancied Jet, but she just made me think of Wings. Wolf looked like the guy in the painting in Ghostbusters II. Everything I thought I knew about the second opti...