Friday dinner time will be the last time I purposely listen to Radio 2.
The station has turned into a 30something's hen party, with shows "presented" by chatterboxs, who have very little music knowledge (with the exception of Gambaccini, Harris and Walker..... but I don't listen to radio at weekends).
What is the point of Zoe Ball and that talentless wanker she promotes at every possible opportunity?
Scott Mills. God help us.
Sara Cox. The daft northerner act has worn thinner than Co-op bacon.
Vernon Kay. Just a bloke shouting, after he's taken a dodgy tablet.
If you want to listen to nasaly bitches who whine on about their boyfriend still seeing his ex, then R2 is your friend, because that's 50% of their playlists.
RIP BBC R2