Thank You for the Days, By Mark Radcliffe

Reviewed,David Evans
Sunday 11 July 2010 00:00 BST
Comments

Your support helps us to tell the story

From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.

At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.

The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.

Your support makes all the difference.

This memoir from the BBC DJ Mark Radcliffe begins brilliantly with a chapter in which the author recalls an encounter with his childhood heroes, Dr Feelgood. Radcliffe describes the thrill of discovering their music in the early 1970s, and the bittersweet moment when he met them 30 years later to reminisce about glory days long passed. It's a pitch-perfect opening.

Sadly, the remainder, a patchy account of Radcliffe's career in broadcasting, fails to reach the same heights, over-reliant as it is on the reflected glamour of celebrities he's met along the way. He describes in detail his interviews with rock royalty (Bowie, Jagger, McCartney) but has little to say about them: Bowie is "cool"; Jagger is "quite small"; McCartney is "amiable".

Such thin material is padded out with the author's curmudgeonly musings on life. His gripes (daytime TV, overpaid footballers) are boringly predictable, and the spectacle of Radcliffe declaiming modern Britain threatens to attract comparisons with another disgruntled, middle-aged DJ – Alan Partridge.

Join our commenting forum

Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies

Comments

Thank you for registering

Please refresh the page or navigate to another page on the site to be automatically logged inPlease refresh your browser to be logged in