In the dark depths of December, in the bowels of The Tom Clarke Show, one intrepid radio student swore the he would create his own show, and that it would contain twice the mirth and thrice the frivolity of Tom Clarke's. And so it came to pass, in the dying embers of Winter, on the 27th of February, that Jack McPhillips, Hannah Barlow and Adam Stoner took to the aural stage. They stepped up to the
mark, after weeks of planning and waiting, and produced, for all who would listen, a glorious new show. A show so wonderful, so grandiloquent, that it could not be encapsulated with a name. On that day, The Show With No Name was born.
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The golden light of the months of Summer are passing into a faded memory of brightness and heat, leaving only stinging sparks in the eyes of three second-year Radio production students. Thrust into a new home, they mill aimlessly about, philosophising about the merits of pineapples, the intricacies of gardening, and their new roles of power within the hallowed ranks of Tone Radio. But satisfaction was not forthcoming. Not until the last piece in the jigsaw that was their mortal coil was replaced. When they left for home in Spring, they left their radio show behind in Cheltenham. Now, on a dark and moderately warm autumn afternoon, they took their first true steps back towards the pedestal they had built for themselves the year before. The Show With No Name was renewed.
