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My Week: Johnny Vaughan

Getting up at 5am is no big deal for the Capital Radio presenter, but Chelsea's painful defeat to Barcelona in the Champions League definitely is

Gillian Orr
Saturday 09 May 2009 00:00 BST
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Monday

Today is a very rare day because my wife has admitted being wrong. We go to her sister's home in Sussex; I said it was an insane idea because of the Bank Holiday traffic. She said that if we leave straight after lunch we'll be fine. I said that everyone thinks that. Of course, it is hell on the roads. We spend six-and-a-half hours in traffic. But I was right for once. Don't get me wrong, we had a lovely lunch with her family, but the main point of the day is that I was right and she was wrong.

Tuesday

I'm up at 5am and arrive at Capital Radio to do the breakfast show at about 5.50am. I don't mind the hours: I know people who get up at 5am for the commute and then spend a full day in the office, so really I'm quite lucky as I finish at 10am. It's lovely in the summer when it's light but sometimes in the winter it's so gloomy you begin to think "What am I doing?". I do a voiceover straight after the show, then drive around London sorting out various tickets for people. For some reason I've become ticket man for a group of people and responsible for sorting out various sporting and music events.

Wednesday

I do the radio in the morning then have some meetings. I meet the chaps for a late lunch before the Chelsea vs Barcelona game. We go to the Brasserie on Brompton Cross which is my favourite place for steak and chips. I like it there because the waiters genuinely look like they've been kidnapped off the streets of Paris. It was a cracking night at the football, but the result was terrible: I'm a big Chelsea fan. Normally we go for drinks afterwards and our motto is "Don't let the football spoil a good day at the football", but sometimes it just gets to you.

Thursday

After the show I get messages from my boss telling me about the radio viewing figures. We're the number one breakfast show in London and we've increased our lead by quite a bit too, which is great. I get a bit lost in all the figures, it's actually very complicated. I don't analyse too much why our listening figures are up, I just think that Lisa Snowdon, my co-presenter, is great company and it's a very current show and plays current music. It's lovely that people choose to listen to you. I don't know if quantity is ever quality but it's nice that lots of people seem to enjoy it. I go for a lengthy steam and sauna session later on in the day and read all the sports pages. I'm still sad.

Friday

Radio again in the morning. I enjoy doing something that's live everyday and unscripted. I've done many things in media before, and still do, but after a while you have to acknowledge what you are and what you're best at, and look for the best place for that to flourish and for me, it's radio. I suppose this week will mainly be remembered as the week that the fight against hay fever had its big opening week.

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