Grantgoddard Stories

A colleague would arrive at my workplace some Mondays with evident cuts and bruises. A tragic case of domestic violence? No. He was a loyal fan of Millwall Football Club...

Magazine editors. What do they do? "They create editorial calendars, develop story ideas, manage writers, edit content and manage the production process..." ac...

"Gimme your money!" he shouted, pointing a pistol at me. He had jumped out from behind some bushes. It was a dark winter evening. I was alone. Nobody was about...

"Why are you choosing a university so far away?" aunt Sheila demanded of me. "You should commute from home to Guildford so you can help your mum." I...

"Which bus goes to the University, please?" I asked. The man replied helpfully, but I could not understand a word he had said. He spoke English, though not an...

"Bob Marley has died!" I exclaimed. Having switched on the car radio before starting the engine, one of Marley's songs was playing on John Peel's 'BBC Radio On...

Technological advances made during the last two to three decades have changed our world almost beyond recognition. Everyone now has the ability to be almost permanently...

Kapow! There was an explosion. Before I even grasped what had just happened, I could see I was covered with shards of glass. What was that noise? The train window I was...

The first of April proved not such an innocuous date on which to have started my new job. Within weeks, I began to wonder if I was the fool to take on a position as 'med...

It was a little after seven o'clock in the morning when the phone rang. Normally, I would already have been out of bed by that hour on a weekday. However, the previous n...

I only knew 'Roger Tate' (real name Bob Tomalski) through listening to his programmes on the radio. He was a DJ on 'Radio Invicta', London's first soul music radio stati...

"How often do you wash your face?" asked the doctor. "Like how?" I responded, uncertain about what he was enquiring. "You know, with soap and wa...

"Clackety-clack clackety-clack, from Kalamazoo to Timbuctoo, from Timbuctoo and back!" As a young reader, I learned these words by heart from a favourite child...

India? I might have loved the 1980 song of that name by 'The Psychedelic Furs' but had never entertained going there. Then an email arrived from John Catlett, who had hi...

It was only just daylight when I suddenly realised that the phone was ringing. It seemed to take me ages to drag my weary body out of bed, as the phone continued to ring...

The conversation at the Radio Academy event in London entitled 'Is Radio Racist?' became heated when the chairman, 'LBC' morning show presenter James O'Brien [JO], was q...

I was seated in the London Coliseum in St Martin's Lane watching a performance, hardly my usual weekday evening entertainment. It was my first time 'at the opera' and I...

"I am here for the Accommodation Office, please," I said with trepidation to the uniformed man behind the huge wooden reception desk in the lobby of the Old Sh...