Clyde One

Clyde One, as cheesy as it is, is part of the Glasgow bricks.
Tiger Tim is the stuff of broadcasting legend. Don’t forget to say «thurteen» instead of «therteen». If you are lucky enough you might win a Clyde One t shirt and a cuddly tiger.
Very rarely will you head a song on Clyde One that strays outside the top 40. But you have to applaud any station with a DJ that announces after Lady Gaga Bad Romance finishes «If you listen carefully to the end, it sounds like she’s saying „wild jobby romance.“»
Do you know something, it really does.

Generally speaking, Clyde 1 is cheesier than a crate-​load of Stilton, but almost comfortingly so.
Despite bemoaning my old boss’s insistence that we played it in the office from 9 – 5, while working overseas I found myself tuning in online every now and then just to get a shot of mince, Glaswegian DJ patter.
Tiger «Ohhh oh oh oh oh oh oh, goodbye!» Tim was the king of this and admittedly the station has gone downhill as guys of his era have headed out while hip young things like Romeo have sauntered in, but it’s just so hard to say anything bad about as inoffensive a thing as Clyde One.
I guess it’s at its strongest with its football coverage, as for every nugget of nonsense uttered by Derek Johnston, you will get two bits of truly astounding commentary from Peter Martin. For these alone, it’s worth tuning in.