Start of show: "Hello, sausages. Another John Peel's Music On BFBS. Loads of good stuff in this week's programme, including the top seven in the Festive Fifty (if you listened to last week's programme, you'll know what I'm talking about), but to start though..."
JP makes a New Year's resolution to deal more swiftly with listener requests, and indeed plays a few on this show.
Apart from playing the top seven in the FF chart, he also sneaks in a lower-rung entry at the very end of the show.
The Festive Fifty Of 1995 (On BFBS): Numbers 07-04
(JP: 'If you were listening to last week's programme, I mentioned Paul Harrison and Lyn Strutt in Hong Kong and the card that they'd sent me, and the fact that they'd suggested that I should broadcast the Festive 50 on these programmes, which is kind of my domestic listeners' choice of their favourite tracks of the year, and I thought, well frankly I couldn't be bothered to go through the whole 50, 'cos that would have taken up a programme and a half or something like that, but I did play (numbers 15-08) and this is number 7.')
(JP: 'One of the very greatest records of all time, that....I must have told you the story about when I first got that record many times before, but I'll tell it you again. I was reading Jazz Journal, because those were the only music papers I could get where I was at school, and the review of that record was appalling. The reviewer absolutely hated it: "that broad, honking saxophone sound" and so forth, "utterly vulgar and trashy and low rent" and everything, I mean he couldn't have been more beastly about it, and I thought, "I really want to hear that record!" That following Saturday, I went into Shrewsbury to a record shop called Wilding's and goodness me, there was a copy of it there, and I thought, "I'm gonna have that!", and when I looked at the label and it had got the line-up of the band on it, I thought, "This is as perfect, as great a record as there's going to be." I bought it and took it back to school, and I went and played it at the Jazz Club there, because they had this snooty Jazz Club called, inevitably, the High Society, and they all hated it as well, and so I thought, "I've got a great record here!" And I was absolutely right, I believe.')