Start of show: "Howdy, pards. It's another John Peel's Music On BFBS. Are you ready to rock? Well, very likely not, actually, but we'll give it a go anyway."
He states that his ambition is to outlive the O.J. Simpson trial, but doesn't think he's going to make it.
JP speculates that 'drellax' may be something you put on nappy rash (it is in fact an invented word). He claims to 'be daft about' babies, and would like to have more of them, but Sheila said "under no circumstances" and the children threatened to leave home if this happened. His advice for interested parties is: "What you need is a fruitless and pointless and frustrating and sad relationship with a much older man."
(JP: 'As you've probably realised by now, these programmes aren't altogether entirely live. I always come in to record them first thing in the morning, when I'm still deep and crisp and even, and this programme, you probably think, "He sounds pretty bright and perky." Not so: this is an act, I want you to know that. Last night, when I'd finished with me domestic stuff at 1 o'clock in the morning, I went out to my usual hotel just round the corner, cheap and tawdry, you know, but it's alright for one night. Went in there, chap comes to the door, shuffles in, and I did, like, (cod Hooray Henry accent) "Hello, Hoskins, good to see you, my room ready?" (well, that's a bit of an exaggeration)...he said, (cod Italian accent) "Ah, Mr. Peel", there's a bit of English for you, and "No room tonight". "How do you mean?" "No booking." "Hold on a second, there must be a..." "No, no book". So he said there's another hotel down the road, they've got rooms, and I thought, great state of affairs. I walked to the other hotel, 70 quid they wanted! On the spot, in the hand! Ditto another hotel around the corner, so I ended up at something like 2 o'clock in the morning phoning round my few surviving friends in central London, trying to find somewhere to stay. I eventually found somewhere in North London, but didn't get to bed till about three, and up again about four hours later, so rather a sleepy old fella, I'm afraid. But you won't be able to detect this from the programme, which will flow seamlessly past you.')