Start of show: "Howdy, pards, This is another John Peel's Music On BFBS. The first record I have for you this week comes from the Vendettas. Never heard of 'em? Well, I hadn't till this week either." The whole show finds John in amazingly good cheer.
He regrets not being able to go to the Phoenix Festival, but regales us with a tale of Glastonbury and a secretary for BFBS who has apparently never heard of him: "Welcome to John Pale's Music on BFBS."
(JP: 'It's interesting the way things have gone at BFBS the past few weeks, because these days, somebody starts the programmes off for me, and then they go away and leave me, and I could do anything. I could say rude words, show you my operation scars, there's no limit to it. But I shall be responsible and just carry on playing you records you don't like very much.')
Month Of Birthdays: 'Come Back After Me (CD-These Things That We Do Are Not Good For The Soul)' (Subjugation)
(JP: 'This next one will be of particular interest to all those Peter Andre fans listening to the programme. I don't have an awful lot of hair meself, and what I do have doesn't move about. Why doesn't his hair move about?')
(JP: 'I've always really enjoyed doing these programmes for BFBS, as much as anything because of the social contacts that it's made for me with listeners, a lot of whom really are now kind of family friends...There aren't many jobs where you can get that, I suppose...My only problem is, when I'm doing programmes, when I'm in London, I get fantastically homesick, and it's only like two hours away from home, but nevertheless I still get very very homesick. But the way things are shaping up, it's not entirely beyond the bounds of possibility that I shall be doing these programmes from home at some stage in the future, before the summer is out, or before autumn really sets in, anyway, which would be wonderful, because you'll be able to hear, in addition to me playing records at home, which will sound exactly the same as they sound here, you'll be able to hear things like tractors going past, and the children arguing in the corridor outside, because my little studio is not terrifically well-insulated, but I look forward to that.')