People started chattering and speculating as to what the show would entail and what the insides of Maida Vale would look like. It was a mix of sadness and happiness as we stood outside awaiting the call. The people there ranged from the likes of me (who had followed the show for about four years) to the die-hard Keaveny fans.
IN THIS PHOTO: The exterior of the ‘legendary’ Maida Vale Studios/ PHOTO CREDIT: Getty Images She did it live in the studio and was excited to be there… Some had come from as far afield as Scotland and I was chatting to a woman, whose name alludes me, who was the last-ever Small Claims Court guest. but we were let it from 8 – and it was a jovial mood. There were a few other people there who were listening to the start of Shaun Keaveny’s last-ever breakfast show – it started at its usual time of 7 A.M. I got to Maida Vale in the freezing cold and was one of the first in line when I arrived at Maida Vale. I caught the Tube fine and everything was smooth. I has stressed myself into thinking the London Underground would grind to a halt on the day I went to see a radio hero of mine say goodbye to his breakfast show. I took the Tube to Piccadilly Circus and then transferred to the Bakerloo Line where I connected to Warwick Avenue (singing Duffy all the way) – making that fateful and lovely stroll to Maida Vale Studios on Delaware Road. I only got three hours’ sleep the night before – the heating was a bit f*cked – and was determined not to sleep through my alarm! I eventually crawled out of bed at 05:30 and made my way to Wood Green station (all glamour and loveliness that time in the morning!). PHOTO CREDIT: will be etched into my mind for years to come! It did not start too well, mind.
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