Owns the Sunday slot, in no hurry at all, with a memory for B-sides that borders on unreasonable.

The youngest voice on the station, playing tracks months before anyone asks him to.

The low, unhurried voice of the late shift, for anyone still driving at one in the morning.

Mixes music with real conversation, and actually lets people finish their sentences.

Twelve years behind a mixing desk taught him to hand the afternoon back to you, gently.

Wakes the country up with strong coffee, rare records and zero patience for a slow start.

The first voice of the day: news, weather and honest talk from six in the morning.