You’d have to say it’s surprising Radio 2 has given Richard Littlejohn a show. It’s not the station for shock jocks, unless the shock is jocks boring their listeners to death or, worse, expiring on air themselves from boredom.
Nick’s outdoor habitat is a petrol-fuelled motor. And the brakes fail on his normally balanced arguments when his inalienable, fundamental, cosmic right to drive to the corner shop for a pint of milk in the pursuit of happiness is threatened with dilution in any way.
LBC don’t go in much for celebs. But, like Have I Got News For You, they have a knack for showcasing rightwing peabrains wobbling on the brink of the chute to the dumper.
Or is Tony dead? Never sure about who’s dead and who’s not.
A sluice gate opened this morning for a tremendous outpouring of Campbell’s gloop.
Nick is perceived as LBC’s chief goader and mocker, lancing antisocial misfits for three hours a day like a man out hunting dogs in the city with a homemade spear.