Lewis Jones

Off the beaten tracks

issue 20 October 2012

In 1941 Roy Plomley was 27, and living in Bushey, Herts. After stints as an estate agent, film extra and mail-order astrologer’s assistant, he had found a better billet on a wireless programme called Swing from London, and, though only a freelance, was excused compulsory enrolment in civil defence on grounds of his valuable contribution to the BBC (which then had two stations, the Home Service and the Forces Programme).

In spare moments he pitched his ideas for new shows, such as This Too Too Solid Flesh: ‘The boys and I,’ replied Leslie Perowne, head of Light Entertainment, ‘have now digested your programme on the subject of corpulence … we picture all the fat listeners on this island writing rude letters.’ I Know What I Hate fared no better: ‘The BBC would, I fear, get into great trouble for sponsoring such a controversial performance.’ The idea definitely had something, though: celebrities (or prominent notables and personalities, as they were known) selecting eight or so records they particularly disliked.

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