I was a weird kid, and though I harboured the usual innocent girlish ambitions of being a drug fiend and having sex with pop stars, I also nursed a desire to appear on Woman’s Hour. As a shy, provincial virgin, the programme opened up a world of women’s troubles from anorexia to zuigerphobia – and I was keen to have A Complicated Life.
Here was the wet hand of today’s lily-livered sensibilities I had anticipated
From my twenties to my fifties I appeared on it several times; my last outing was in 2016, as – like most other institutions – it was captured by the trans cult, leading to the show’s best presenter, Jenni Murray, leaving in 2020. Since then, the programme might more accurately be named What Is A Woman’s Hour. As Mumsnet noted, around 43 trans activists have been invited on to the programme over the years, compared with just 13 from the gender-sceptical side.
After half a century of listening – in which my emotions have run the gamut from longing to contempt – I decided to listen to a solid week of it and give the show an MOT. The lead item on Monday was about what Kemi Badenoch’s appointment might mean for women. I was pleasantly surprised that the presenter, Clare McDonnell, didn’t nag; she mentioned ‘structural racism’ but that’s practically mandatory on Radio 4 programmes – I fully expect the Shipping Forecast to slip it in soon.
The next guest was Julien Alfred, the St Lucian Olympic-champion sprinter. It was lovely to hear ‘race’ only being used to mean a thing that one aims to win; lovely to hear a story of female triumph without any moaning.

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