With the field so full of fanciable runners, it is hard to pick a winner. Some Radio 4 series with proven staying power, such as Medicine Now, Woman's Hour and Kaleidoscope all had a good year and the quiz show Slightly Foxed, though comparatively new, is so well managed by Gill Pyrah that it should run and run. The World Service has been my big discovery, particularly for its truly international News, its erudite but accessible History of Warfare, its beguiling Artists in a Nutshell and its magnificent Marlowe and Stoppard seasons. It also produced the best single play, Marsha Norman's tense, emotional Night Mother.
Individual broadcasters slipped away from other good things to stand alone. From Allan Little in Bosnia, came the most compassionate and lucid foreign reporting. Gerry Anderson provided a similar standard of coverage for Northern Ireland, leavened with endearingly wry and quizzical humour. Brian Redhead sunlighted from Today to make the first Priestland Memorial Lecture a model of humane wisdom.
Classic FM grew broader while Radio 3 regained its steadiness, broadcasting a blessed balm of excellence - a recent highlight was the Polska] season. Radio 5, unfairly doomed, produced some magnificent teenage features. But the most consistent serial killer was the unmissable I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue (R4). When my husband broke his leg, it was the only thing in the world that made him laugh.
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