Ray Gosling spoke his mind without pandering to "balance". His broadcast about the keeper of the Queen's racing pigeons was a gem among many. In the 1970s he somehow arranged for my rock band to play an open-air gig at a St Anne's festival in Nottingham. He put us up in his ramshackle home and took us all out in the evening to what turned out to be a gay club. We loved the music there. Ray was absolutely committed to the ideals of mutual aid and community and lived up to them. His voice belonged to what increasingly feels like a lost golden age of BBC radio. He never answered letters but wrote to me once after reading a piece of mine in Peace News in which I mentioned shopping in London for yellow socks. Like the pigeons, this caught his endless fancy.
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