In the words of the immortal Sir Terence Wogan: Is it me? For the third time recently, I had to turn off The Today Programme whilst listening to it on the way in to work in my motor car today. The moment Robert bloody Pest-on comes on air and starts talking (is it talking?) in that ******* stupid un-joined up way, I have to get shot of him. I can only assume he is employed by the BBC so they can boast that they are keeping up their quota of biff staff. I'm not able to listen to him long enough to ascertain whether or not he knows what he's talking about. One would have thought, but here I'm prepared to accused of being old fashioned, that to be given a job as a broadcaster/reporter one should at the very least be able to speak correctly.