BBC Radio 1
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Radio 1 is a BBC radio-station devoted to the young and or stupid, which features irreverent music known as the "pops", and presenters who for some reason INSIST ON SHOUTING and using the word "official" far more than is necessary. It also attempts to keep listeners informed of events in Britain, her overseas dominions and the foreign World through its news service "Newsbeat" which is tailored to make current affairs appear more palatable to the young and stupid. For example a story about Gordon Brown meeting Vladimir Putin would be re-written as "Britain's main dude Brown has been 'illin' with Putin, the Leader of tAtU-country".
Formation[edit | edit source]
In the swingin' sixties, the UK Government was getting rather cross with so-called "pirate" broadcasters like 'Radio Captian Pugwash' because they were more popular than the boring old dross turned out by their own state broadcaster, the Home Office Service. So Radio 1 was created in 1967 by a Bill & (Tony) Benn gluing together some old Dansette Record Players and building a small 'studio' with Sticklebricks, sticky-back-plastic and Lego. The Royal Navy then torpedoed the broadcasting ships of pirate radio stations. All of which had stupid girls' names such of "Caroline", "Jackie" and "Florence". Radio Erimintrude was particularly popular with students (though recent research has shown that this was possibly a figment of the collective imagination of those using hallucinogenic substances).
After the Navy had sunk spanked all the pirates’ boats most of the DJ's were fished out of the sea and given cushy jobs by the BBC. One of those rescued from the cold North Sea waters - just off Clacton - was Tony Blackburn and he was given the option of changing his name and his underpants and becoming one of Radio 1's first official "Dee-Jays". Others from the pirate ships tempted to the Beeb included Kenny Everett, Simon Dee and Johnnie SkyWalker. Tony Blackburn took to his new job with rather too much relish (mainly Highly Passionate, HP Sauce type relish), presenting the station's first show only hours after being dragged from the sea, in drag, suffering from hypothermia and clutching a cuttlefish. His famous opening line on Radio 1 was
- "Yurlistenintothefantasticnewsoundovradiowoniymtonyblackburnaaaandthisizthumoove!"
Nobody knows why he said this but he played "Flowers In The Rain" by The Move just afterwards. The rest is history.
1960s-1970s[edit | edit source]
Given the complete lack of any other radio stations playing gramophone records of any kind, the station quickly became one of the most popular in the entire Kingdom with roughly one in five hundred people listening at any one time.
During the 1960s and 1970s 'wonderful' Radio 1 became the biggest radio station in Christendom (except for the ones that were bigger) when the DJs such as Tony Blackburn, Know-All Ed Stewpot, Noel Edmonds and Ed Stewart), Annie-get-yer-gun Nightingale became household names, just like Ajax, Omo and Caneston Thrush Treatment Cream. "Sir" Jimmy Savile became as famous as The Beatles and had several marathons named after him, although his popularity has diminished recently.
This era also coincided with the launch of BBC One's television "popular" show Top Of The Top of the Pop Form which was often presented by Radio One's star DJs from exotic locations such as Las Vegas, Paris, Mars and Preston.
1980s[edit | edit source]
Possibly musics' most inventive and credible decade, the period that gave us enduringly-popular legends such as Adam Ant, Rene and Renato, Sting, Hilda Baker & Arthur Mullard, Sheena Easton and Bill Collins coincided with the platinum era of such DJs as Simon Bates (who can forget his daily listener letters on the joys of inner body function "our tube"?), Mike Read, Steve Wright (and his catchphrase characters Mr Angry and Ricky Jervais the camp hairdryer) and Dave Lee Travis who has assured Uncyclopeda that they were all over 16, or at-least looked it. ... Fair enough Dave, we believe you this time... Dave Lee Travis, a man so fitted to radio he had to cover his entire head in facial hair in order to be allowed in-vision. It also gave us Adrian Juste, a deranged man who used to kidnap much-loved British comedians and force them to do some of their most well-known routines at spear-point in the studio with him whilst chuckling insanely and giving them feed lines such as "oh yes?!" and "what happened then?". In 1990, Juste was actually arrested for the unlawful imprisonment of Les Dawson but was released without charge.
Whilst listeners tried to crack "Level ten" of Manic Miner on their Sinclair ZX Spectrums (difficult in those '80s rollerboots!) the fantastic sound of Radio One would be pouring from every orifice - and often from a transistor radios. There was just one problem though, the station that had been set-up to appeal to the 'fab' 'young' 'groovy' ‘people’ had found its listeners growing old with it and now there were a lot of pensioners still tuning-in along with the kids. Although they were only in their 30's and 40's by the 1980's, they'd taken horribly debilitating physiological altering drugs in the sixties and had aged by five or six decades in two. That didn't matter, though, coz: "Here's the fantastic new single from Culture Club!"
1990s[edit | edit source]
The decade started with Radio 1 changing band for some reason. It moved from 247metres on the medium wave to crystal-clear commercial-free FM on so many different frequencies that they had to change the name. Radio 1 was re-branded as "One FM" because it could be picked up right along the entire FM band from 88-108mhz and on peoples' fillings in Emley Moor. The FM stood for “Fucking Marvellous” if you worked for a Hi-Fi manufacturing company or "Flamin' 'Mission" if you had to go and buy a new radio.
However, there were even-bigger changes afoot at "The Nation's Favourite" (as the Polish liked to call it) with the arrival of new controller Matthew Bannisters. Despite being the same age as most of the old guard, Bannisters decided that there were too many "old" DJs at the station and believed that the children are our future and they should be pandered to in a patronising Janet-Street-Porter-esque manner. DJs such as Dave Lee Travis, Simon Bates and Eric "the" Bastard, resigned before they could be sacked. Younger and more desperate presenters like Danny Baker (35) and Mark Radcliffe (38) replaced them. Matthew Bannisters was 53.
New shows, new formats, new presenters, new listeners, new Mini-Disc players. Well that was the idea. In fact at times the station sounded like a badly re-mixed commercial radio station from the late 70's and listenership plummeted like people falling out of planes without parachutes. The only shows that retained any real kudos were those of John Peel and that miserable northern bloke who liked world music (aka natives running around hot countries playing with their doo-dahs's).
The real "saviour of Radio 1" to coin a phrase (accurately in this case) was dancey-dancey housey-housey music as promulgated by the likes of Pete Tong (a 12-inch Asian import who changed his name and grew five foot to make himself presentable to an English audience) and other recruits from Kissey Kissy 'ousey-'ousey radios (like Judge Jules and Danny Rampling) pumped up the volume....and the listeners. Outside broadcasts from Ibiza and HomoFest boosted their credibility, and once Chris Evans had been cleared off, things picked up for a while.
Two thousand, thousand thousands[edit | edit source]
Then the station is the home of Chris Moyles (the knight of a large breakfast, starchy lunch and beer flavoured pie tea), Zane "fucking Scott Mills" Lowe, Scott "I never mention that I'm gay for some reason" Mills, Colin "Vampire Weekend, Vampire Weekend, Vampire Weekend" Murray and a host of other twats playing endless chart pop for stoopid people alongside inane lowest-common-denominator "comedy" items. You also get Tim Westwood shouting in an affected accent about "the bomb" and making explosion noises. Basically it's like the 70s again only with slightly-younger DJs. Well done, Matthew Bannisters, the most successful revolution since Castro.
Following on from the allegations of phone in fraud, the BBC has tightened across the board. An internal investigation found that during 2006, on four separate occasions, white musicians were aired on Radio 1 whose names did not end in a phonetic 'y'. The head of Content(tm) made a public apology in a live broadcast, and vowed that only Geri, Kylie and Robbie were the only white musicians that would receive any further airtime, but conceded that, should any musicians spontaneously turn black, they would be played until you quite literally could not take any more.
To sum this all up, it turned into fucking shit no one cares about.
The running order[edit | edit source]
WEEKDAYS
Gemma Cairney:
Nick Grimy Grimestain- Nick is possibly the most exciting sounding person on Radio 1. He has a really exiting voice and is ultra enthusiastic about everything TYPICAL INTRO: Oooooooh myyyyyy Gooooooodddddd I want to kill myself.
Jo 'Ganster' Whiley: Has a really annoying voice like someone has just ripped off her face and plays music that no one likes. She sleeps around and seems like the sort of person who gets drunk at a Christmas party and gives Zane Lowe a blowjob in the back of a taxi on the way to get a kebab. TYPICAL INTRO: Hello there. Lets play some bands you never heard of before I talk to you like you are my grandchildren.
Newsbeat: Like slapping yourself with a brick and then having someone shout at you for fifteen minutes. The woman presenter cannot somehow pronounce the word 'years' and always pisses people off saying 'yaeyres'. Newsbeat rudely interrupts your afternoon listening every fucking day. What general Radio 1 listener seriously wants to listen to a 15 minute broadcast about shite?
Edith Braman: It is unclear what Edith Braman is or does. TYPICAL INTRO: ArGgHhHEh HbbGEAOOK PDK Gsk MmKJ???HA h Ji jsb ?!
Scottland: Scott goes around Scotland looking for people named Scott. Scott is also a keen woodsman and made Chappers out of used cups and a kleenex tissue. TYPICAL INTRO: Hai guis lets play the new choons. Follows awkward conversation with woman colleague and painfully avoiding any questions about his 'flat mate'.
Greg James: Greg James is one of the younger Radio 1 DJs, having only just developed from an embryo. He actually says actually an actual lot. He also fills his shows with intelligent features such as "The Wind Tunnel (He farts, you guess what food caused it). TYPICAL INTRO: Hello, welcome along you SHITS.
Zane Lowe: No one ever listens to Zane Lowe because he looks and sounds like an annoying magician. He once sat in a box above the river thames but no one cared. TYPICAL INTRO: GET ON BOARD! (Followed by everyone turning off their radio)
Afterwards: A variety of DJ's play incomprehensible noise all night which arty-farty people pretend to like thinking it makes them look 'intelligent', even thought they don't have a clue what's going on themselves.
Tim Westwood: A 50 something year old white man that plays grime and DnB, part of the BBC's scheme to embarrass kids to get back into reading and studying. TYPICAL INTRO: 'Yoyoyo it's ya man Timothy W-W... big up my main gash Anny Robinson'
Grooverider: A DJ who was jailed in Dubai for drug posession, the BBC then aired a overlong special sympathising with him, not quite how they treated Richard Bacon, wazzit?
Kelly Osbourne: Family connections....zzz.
Fearne Cotton: Big nostrilled and small breasted, this man never says a bad word about anyone. He caused controversy a few years ago by hijacking the Live Lounge and eliminating Jo Whiley. This was probably due to jealousy over Ms Whiley's ridiculously gruff voice.
WEEKENDS-WOOOOOOOOP
Dev:
Matt Edmondson: Far less funny than he thinks he is, although manages to cause a chuckle or two from his 7 listeners.
Huw Stephens- Not many people know this, but Huw is actually Welsh. He incomprehensibly managed to get his own prime-time show on Radio 1 Weekends, a feat that has caused controversy among listeners, as nobody in their right mind would want to listen to this absolute nob talk about shit all afternoon. Likes to annoy the entire nation by calling them "Silly little parsnips".
Reggie Yates- Token black man, presents a shit show in which Radio 1's retard listeners phone up and request obscure songs that nobody else wants to hear. Then presents the chart show in which just less than 40 songs are crammed into 3 hours, meaning fortunately, Reggie doesn't get much chance to talk. TYPICAL INTRO: big up ma niggas listenin, lets play a load of obscure TV show themes, 80s shite that everyone only pretends to like and other crap only one listener out of millions wants to hear!
OCCASIONAL PRESENTERS
Annie Macpc: Annie Macpc is a robot from the year 3420 to stop us destroying our ozone layer. Whilst here, she developed a keen knowledge of dance music and a thirst for potery. She is also fucking hot and I would do her.
Nihal: Someone who looks like a homeless man wandering the streets of Mumbai in search of food and hope, somehow managed to snag his own radio show.
Miquita Oliver: That one off of T4. You know, that slightly fat one who you're not sure if you fancy. She presented a show once. Fuck knows why I remember that, it was terrible.
Former DJs[edit | edit source]
The following DJs are nolonger on Radio 1 due to being too old.
Chris's life in the past day : Is currently half way up a mountain wih Fearne Cotton, Alesha 'Fuck me I'm an annoying yet attractive leggy person' Dixon, Cheryl Tweedy (not Cole) and Denise Van Outen. More importantly, Ben Shepard is up there as well. It is generally hoped that Chris Moyles eats him. TYPICAL INTRO: Morning, blah, blah, blah. In 2012 they finally realized
Vernon face- Vernon face has an amusing face and comes from Manchester. Most people block out what he is saying and just go online to look at his massive face. He seems to think it's acceptable to have a Northern accent and shout over every single song he plays
Sara Cocks- Sara Cocks is a bit of a reject and has been bounced around the radio station. She is always having children and likes to talk in a longwinded fashion and the listeners not knowing what the hell she is talking about. She is named after the many Cocks she has been on. She was retired to Radio 2 and replaced by Matt Edmonson, who is just as boring. TYPICAL INTRO: Good Afternoon, lets make beautiful love to a merangue pie. The plane is flying high in the love planes of Grimsby.
December 2003 - present day[edit | edit source]
