Stephen Poliakoff ‘has been one of our sharpest and least predictable writers for the past twenty years’ (Daily Telegraph)
Broadcasting House, London, in the late 1930s. With war in Europe looming on the horizon, in light entertainment radio there is the bizarre spectacle of costumed singers and dancers performing live in a medium where they can only be heard and not seen. Robbie, the mercurial Master of Ceremonies of the popular ‘Friday Night at Eight’, has a playful and devious imagination. Together with r…
