Many people who work in radio are there because of someone else. Kenny Everett, perhaps, or Tony Blackburn. I got into radio because of James Whale, who died this week. Yes, James Whale. When I was stuck at boarding school, James Whale did the late show on Radio Aire in Leeds, which I could just about pick up. His first hour between 10pm-11pm was music, with “do it yourself dedications”, where you would ring up, say hello to people and introduce a song. I longed to do that. I don’t thin...
