A friend of mine, who had been a distinguished broadcaster for many years, reacted with amazement when I told him I was starting to find Chris Evans quite grown-up and tolerable on his Radio 2 drive-time programme. That was before he started talking over all the blasted records.

I mentioned this here last Friday, but that very night he was worse than ever. On Friday the show features only records picked by listeners, most classics. Almost consecutively, he played three of my favourites: George Harrison's My Sweet Lord, Pulp's Disco 2000 and the Dandy Warhols' Bohemian Like You. All have a steady, insistent rhythm and build towards a powerful climax. In each case, this was ruined by Evans's crass witterings, beginning midway through the disc. The man must be silenced.

Evans's credentials as a Radio 2 DJ were seriously called into question last week for me, furthermore, when he owned to never having previously heard David Bowie's classic Five Years. I sentence him to five years - on a desert island with Bowie's greatest radio champion, the ghastly Jonathan Ross.