Scott had builders in while broadcasting
Working from home brought another problem into the show.
Somebody was doing repair work at Scott’s house and drilling could occasionally be heard during the programme.
Scott could hardly tell the tradesman that Radio 1 needed silence.
More importantly, he and Chris became convinced there is an unwritten rule governing what happens to the final bill.
If somebody works in your house and you repeatedly make tea, coffee or even food, do they quietly do a little extra for you?
And if you offer nothing, does the price somehow creep upwards?
Actual tradespeople got in touch.
The more believable answer was not that anyone officially added a “no tea” surcharge, but that a friendly customer was far more likely to receive goodwill and extra effort.
Scott therefore had another reason to keep the kettle going.
University advice continued with the things prospectuses omit
The show also continued collecting the tiny facts new students only discover after arriving.
Listeners warned about traditions, campus animals, transport and local rituals.
Students around Exeter described trips to Ottery St Mary for the spectacular tradition of people carrying burning tar barrels through the streets.
Others supplied information about campus security, awkward journeys home, cats and other unofficial landmarks.
Scott liked the idea of building a university guide from the details nobody includes in the glossy brochure.
Don’t Look It Up reviewed celebrity autobiographies
One quiz round used genuine online reviews of famous people’s books.
Scott and Chris had to work backwards from comments left by readers.
The clues included Rylan’s real first name being Ross and a reviewer from Newcastle discussing Cheryl’s autobiography.
The round proved that celebrity memoirs contain exactly the sort of useless information which can become valuable years later in a Radio 1 quiz.
Eddie Hearn returned for another DJ contract
Eddie Hearn’s first guest mix had gone down so well that Scott invited him back.
Eddie joked that the arrangement felt appropriate for boxing.
You perform once.
Then everybody negotiates the rematch.
With Matchroom’s Fight Camp taking place in the garden at the company’s headquarters, Eddie chose a theme:
ring-walk anthems.
Stormzy’s Shut Up came with a boxing memory
Eddie’s first big choice was Stormzy’s *Shut Up*.
He remembered the build-up to Anthony Joshua fighting Dillian Whyte at the O2, when Stormzy was still emerging into the mainstream.
Stormzy performed the track live as part of Joshua’s entrance.
Eddie jokingly suggested that because the rapper’s career subsequently exploded, Matchroom was surely owed a percentage.
Great ring walks can change how a fight feels
Another choice came from a heavyweight bout involving Audley Harrison.
Eddie remembered sitting on the opposite side and feeling reasonably confident until the opponent’s entrance music began and the atmosphere changed.
Suddenly the fight felt rather less winnable.
He also chose Lil Wayne and Drake’s *Right Above It*, associated with James DeGale, and talked about how much a fighter’s walk to the ring contributes to the theatre of the event.
The final selection was built around Dillian Whyte’s entrance ritual.
A wolf howl began proceedings before AC/DC’s *Back in Black* took over amid lights and effects.
Eddie clearly loved the drama almost as much as the boxing.
Fight Camp had turned a hotel into a bubble full of fighters
The pandemic meant the actual event was being run very differently.
Fighters and teams were staying inside a controlled hotel bubble, with testing and strict attempts to keep opponents apart.
Eddie described the surreal job of making sure heavyweight fighters and their entourages did not bump into each other in corridors and decide to start the contest early.
He also remembered accidentally using extremely blunt language during what he thought was a Sky Sports rehearsal, only to discover the interview had already gone live.
There was little he could do except laugh and keep going.
Tap End approached the driving test in a state of panic
Chris’s Golden Moment returned to one of the biggest events of his youth: his driving test.
The preparation had not gone well.
During the final lesson he hit a squirrel, started stalling and failed an emergency stop.
He argued with his instructor Dave and ended up walking away into the nearby Misty Moon pub.
There, Chris and Dougsy devised a plan which sounded ingenious only after several drinks.
Dougsy would act as a kind of unofficial police escort during the test, driving ahead, blocking awkward traffic and flashing his lights to communicate instructions.
They were not entirely sure this was legal.
Dougsy’s part of the operation failed before it began
The test was early the following morning.
Chris ate a bacon sandwich, drank coffee and repeatedly tried to call Dougsy.
No answer.
The supposed escort was asleep.
Instructor Dave warned Chris there was one examiner he particularly did not want.
Naturally, that was the examiner who called his name.
Chris immediately made the examiner uncomfortable
The test began with the eyesight check.
Rather than simply read the number plate she indicated, Chris tried to impress her by reading one even further away.
It did not help.
Then he told her she looked nice.
Later, for reasons he could not explain, he told her she smelled nice.
That produced an awkward silence and the instruction to drive.
Chris wisely stopped trying to charm her.
Hitting the kerb felt like the end
Most of the drive went surprisingly well.
The manoeuvres were solid and Chris even managed a little conversation about the weather.
Then, near Pinner Memorial Park, he hit the kerb and swore loudly.
He assumed he had failed.
Back at the test centre, the examiner filled in paperwork and began delivering the result in the style of an *X Factor* elimination.
She told him he was clearly a good driver and had potential.
Chris prepared for bad news.
Then she said he had passed.
The hug was not part of the official test
Chris was so relieved that he hugged the examiner.
She did not appear to enjoy this any more than his earlier compliments.
He then celebrated with Dave, forgave the still-sleeping Dougsy and went for a Pizza Hut buffet.
For Chris, the licence represented much more than passing a test.
It was freedom.
The fact he had somehow obtained it on the same drive in which he hit the kerb only made the story better.
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