So, farewell XFM

XFM, how I did love you. I thought Christian O'Connell (though now a bit of a monster on Virgin) was the ideal antithesis of Chris Moyles or Chris Tarrant at breakfast time, until Lauren Laverne took over and brought a laid-back, Wogan-esque attitude to proceedings. You turned Richard Bacon from a washed-up kids's presenter to a lo-fi comedy genius, brought Adam and Jo out of their rest home, introduced the South to Shaun Keaveney (and his god-awful What's the Story item) and proved that Justin Lee Collins and Jimmy Carr were actually rather funny when not just do their routines now.

And look at you now. Wannabe indie-pixie Alex Zane - so bad on Popworld they decided to bury the whole programme - at breakfast, constantly telling us that certain records are really good to enforce his self-proclaimed music credentials. (Let's not forget that when he was on MTV, he was actually doing the MOVIE show not a MUSIC one). After just a couple of weeks, I'm actually tuning in to Moyles and finding him far more witty than I previously thought. Then in the daytime you've axed all the DJS, so your station now has all the artisitc integrity of the Heat radio station or Magic FM or just playing a copy of NOW 89 all day long. And let's not even get into the Adam and Jo wannabes that are fortysomething, Muswell Hill types Bob and Andy...

Sort yourself out. I listen to XFM partly for the music, but also to be entertained. I can just listen to my iTunes if I want music, but I want to learn what's going on in the world as well or what happened in Big Brother last night when I'm too much of a snob to personally tune in. As it is, I'm going to have to buy a DAB radio for every room of the flat now and tune into the slightly snobbish 6Music, which is really quite a sad state of affairs.