‘We move on from that little interlude to the short career of Danny and the Giants.” These were the first words I heard when I switched on the radio on waking last Saturday. They brought me smiling into the day.

As fans of Radio 2 will probably recognise, this was a quintessential utterance of the great Brian Matthew, whose Sounds of the Sixties is a not-to-be-missed part of the station’s output.

I have long been aware of how many people in Oxfordshire don’t miss it, to judge by the number of listeners from the county whose messages and dedications are heard.

Last week it was the turn of one of my colleagues, who revealed a hitherto unsuspected (by me at least) enthusiasm for Matt Monro. I have yet to tease him about it.

On the one occasion I was given a name-check, and my request (The Yardbirds’ Evil Hearted You) was played, I overslept and missed the programme — as I spent the next week telling all the people who had heard my name on air.