This is where it all went horribly wrong with Clayton and I and Radio London host Tessa Dunlop. The first one we did with her, last December, was a delight. We did another in January 2008 (not posted here yet) in which the end of our hour was marred by our use of words in Clayton's blog unsuitable for Radio London, a notoriously sensitive station (the words were 'cocks and bumholes'). This time we made another attempt at the same blog, sweetened up sufficiently we thought, to pass the station's rigorous standards of decency. We found our host suspicious and ungracious from the word 'go' this time, possibly because one of the station's high-ups was in the building monitoring everything and, she told us, her contract is soon up for renewal. As you'll hear, all did not go well. I was horrified by the whole debacle and could barely bring myself to speak at the end, fearing what might come from my mouth. I can be nasty when I am angry and I always regret it. The saving grace was a caller who rang up and defended us in sane and intelligent words. I loved him. You will hear what I hope you will agree is a reading of one of Clayton's best blogs, interspersed with music by Duke Ellington. The piece at the start is also Ellington, from the album Such Sweet Thunder (1957)