THE SUNDAY CORRESPONDENTS

Lost In The Mists of PeelLike many I spent my teenage years with my finger poised over the pause button - record and play depressed - waiting for the next essential track on John Peel.I was obsessed with the programme, and having lost my father as I entered adolescence, Peel became nothing short of a surrogate father. I loved the fantastic, strange music, and I loved the exclusive inclusivity (like a club that hardly anyone knew about), but most of all perhaps I just loved the man and his anecdo...

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