My Week: George Hook
Monday: Good evening and welcome to The Right Hook. Har har! Did you hear what I just said? Well, of course you did, how could you miss it when I'm BELLOWING so loudly? I don't even come to the studio to present my radio shows. I just lie in bed in Foxrock and BLARE through an open window, and they pick it up in Marconi House on special microphones.
This is the first day of my new lunchtime show, which is exactly the same as the old show, only now I get to go home earlier and avoid all the bloody cyclists breaking red lights in rush hour.
We're calling it High Noon. Because it starts at noon. GEDDIT? I heard some people in the canteen saying we should have called it Money For Old Rope, but Hook didn't like that, and men who refer to themselves in the third person always get things their own way.