When the bongs
of Little John rang out on BBC Radio Nottingham on the final day of January
1968, no-one knew what the future would hold for this new BBC local radio
service in the City.
Fifty years
ago, Auntie was dipping her toe in local radio waters with what she dubbed ‘an
experiment’, much to the chagrin of the determined early operators who
preferred to call themselves pioneers.
There was much to pioneer, given our City council had to offer to chip
in half the running costs to pay for the station as a cautious Corporation shut
its purse.
The Post
reported ‘Nottingham gets a voice of Its own’ and that the station would be
informative, controversial and educational “but will not be a stuffed-shirt
service and will cater for everyone’s taste”. The Postmaster General made clear
programmes should ‘never be dull’.
As the
station crept on air on that cold Wednesday evening in January, the lead story
on its impeccably-delivered inaugural ‘Nottingham Newsreel’ trumpeted the
Ratcliffe on Soar power station pumping its first electricity into the national
grid. News, however, was not pumped into the new radio stations with similar energy,
indeed the station had no newsroom of its own, instead calling upon local news
agencies to bash out the latest happenings in Carlton and Clifton on a
Remington and breathlessly deliver carbon-copies on foot - or on the back of a bicycle.
Programme listings
in the early days boasted an enviable range of brief local shows hosted by
members of the twenty-strong team, under manager Gerald Nethercott, ‘Big G’, an
ex-squadron leader. Each programme was iced with a catchy signature tune and clever
name - and usually presented with due professionalism. ‘Wednesday Club’, ‘Lunchdate’,
the arts show ‘Spectrum’ and ‘Elevenses’ sat alongside ‘Bran Tub’, a request
programme hosted by a cheery presenter and two squeaky toy characters ‘Squeq
and Syrup’. ‘The Town Crier’ rang his bell and delivered updates on beetle
drives in Beeston and barn dances in Bakersfield.
In a
‘timeshare’-type arrangement, the remainder of the programmes were selected
from the BBC network offerings, so our local jolliness would be curtailed in
favour of a visit to London for ‘The World at One’ with the booming voice of William
Hardcastle.
Station
identification jingles came courtesy of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, most
famous for the hypnotic Doctor Who theme tune. With the brief being firmly ‘local’
for each station in the growing network, Sheffield was supplied with a jingle
featuring percussion from knives and forks, and Nottingham got Robin Hood’s
arrow, or at least the sound effect of one, likely conjured up with a few
elastic bands by the clever minds in the tardis of this psychedelic Maida Vale
Workshop.
As a young
listener, I was enthralled by this remarkable addition to the radio dial. Broadcasting was surely something ‘proper’ which
came from London – but to have it coming from a building on Mansfield Road and hearing
the words ‘West Bridgford’ through the loudspeaker grille seemed uncanny.
Presenter Tony Church shared my childlike enthusiasm for the magic created by
this £40,000 of investment as he reflected later: “it was a strange mixture of
the feeling that Marconi must have had when he first got the signal across the
Atlantic…so there was that technical surprise, as ridiculous as that was in the
60s”.
It’s claimed
that Radio Nottingham also mounted the first ever phone-in on UK radio, calling
upon listeners to volunteer their annoyance with officialdom in a segment
called ‘What are they up to now?’. Even listeners were treading new ground as
they debuted on-air, answering: ‘I’m in my house’ when questioned on their
whereabouts. As the audience warmed to
their involvement, presenter John Holmes recalls that local telephone switchboards
were temporarily disarmed by the sheer volume of calls.
Initially, BBC
Radio Nottingham was confined to FM - at a time when FM was called ‘VHF’ and suitable
receiver sets were rare and expensive.
After making good use of one my clever brother had assembled from mail
order components, we alighted on a second-hand model from Eddy’s on Alfreton
Road, the shop from which anything in our house with a plug was routinely
obtained. Whilst the station could also be heard on Rediffusion channel C, the
rarity of FM sets made delivering an appreciable audience a challenge, and in
due course, an AM frequency was proffered.
No-one of a
certain generation eating mushy peas in Victoria Centre market will fail to
recall Dennis McCarthy, even more than twenty years after his death. After
persuading the station to allow him to present a Cruft’s Dog Show report in
1968, he quickly graduated to ‘The Sunday Show’, where Dennis and his family
would turn mundane features to pure entertainment. ‘I’ve got some hardcore and
a storage radiator to swap for a three-bar electric fire, Dennis’ a caller
would routinely say on ‘Swap Shap’, before his clever probing resulted in a
quite unrelated, fascinating moment of radio.
Dennis owned
his city – and broke the rules. His programme often included gaps you could
drive an NCT bus through. If a caller said she'd seen an unusual bird at the
bottom of her garden, he'd invite her to go to see if it was still there. Listeners
would hear the click of the latch on her door - and await her return. Dennis
felt under no obligation to say anything, often for minutes. The Dennis silence
was strangely compelling.
Like many, I took part in a few Dennis shows on a variety of pretexts - not least taking part in an anti-car theft jingle contest organised in conjunction with the local bobbies. I was pleased to hear Dennis announce I'd won - albeit but second prize.
Just as C60
cassettes, CDs and now music streaming have largely replaced vinyl in the home,
the studio technology used by broadcasters has grown up too. Interviews which used to be recorded on
hefty, allegedly portable, reel-to-reel tape machines can now be grabbed with
the recording facility on a mobile phone and despatched to the station within
seconds. Editing is now a matter of gazing at a colourful screen rather than
hacking off a finger with a razor blade when extracting the relevant comment
from a lengthy interview on quarter-inch tape.
Records no longer stick - or play at the wrong speed and presenters no
longer invite listeners to bang their phone receivers to clear a hissy line as
Dennis routinely did. These are digital
days.
BBC Radio
Nottingham moved from York House to its swish new home on London Road in 1999;
and the station’s approach and style has moved with the times too. It leans
more nowadays on topical news discussion, holding local decision-makers to
account and spreading its wings increasingly into the digital media world. But corners of the weekly programme schedule
remain where tales are told and the City’s rich character reflected.
The station has
played a proud part in its community. From the ‘Big Night Out’ initiative which
encouraged listeners to return to their city to savour its evening atmosphere; to
the many big names in music who have made their debut on ‘The Beat’. From Colin
Slater’s thousands of beloved Magpies’ commentaries; to the ‘The Big Poppy Knit’
where listeners were invited to knit 11,000 poppies, representing the Nottingham men who
died in the Great War. They produced well over 100,000.
Local radio
is necessarily expensive, and cuts are frequently mooted as demands on the
licence fee grow, but in a surprise announcement in November last year, a
chipper Director General announced the latest savings plan lay in the
Broadcasting House shredder. Indeed, in
a ‘renaissance’, there’ll be more investment, and station managers will be
urged to carve out their own unique sound for their city. The future of Radio Nottingham lies in its
own hands.
In some ways,
the new strategy sounds familiar. An aquamarine pamphlet published by the BBC
in 1966 suggested listeners would come to regard their local station as “our
station - not as the BBC station in our town”.
The BBC stated it would not impose a “central pattern” or “detailed
overall control on its local stations”.
They would "do much to make listeners proud of their community and
willing to take part in its affairs".
I'm hosting a talk at Waterstones in
Nottingham on 6th February at 7 p.m:
‘The history of radio in Nottingham from the 1920s to now’. Do join us - tickets available at the store or here.