After John Peel died
I listened to the tribute Home Truths programme the following Saturday morning. Right at the end, they played a recording of John Peel signing out from a previous programme.

He started by describing the weekend ahead of him, filled with the ordinary humdrum and mundane stuff which we all end up filling our lives with. But he then asked the listener to imagine him as he'd like them to think of him:

".. and bear in mind, as I pass by, that in my heart and in my head, I am tousel-haired adventurer Jack Peel, gunning the motor .. and heading towards acres of rolling pasture, the lakes, woods and rivers .... Note my finely chiselled features.. the sparkle in my frank blue eyes, the flashing white teeth..."

I thought of the way that everybody has dreams and how mostly, things never turn out quite the way you planned. Then I cried like a baby.
(mitten, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 21:57, Reply)