It happened a couple of years ago. We were broadcasting live from the Oxford Union. It was the NME tour and there was a disparate bunch of bands... Amen, who were a grizzly in-your-face punk experience, and a band called JJ72.
It was my job not just to anchor the programme but to run on stage and do the live link. You're given a microphone, some headphones and a radio in your back pocket so that you can hear the show.
All was going fantastically well. I was just saying "One of Britain's most promising new acts, will you please welcome to Oxford..."
At this point I turned round to try to get off the stage before the band came on. I was standing to one side with my arm out in greeting. So I said the words: "Would you please welcome JJ..."
It was then that I moved just a foot too far and slipped off the stage, live on air, in front of a crowd of 700 people. I fell down a gap, one leg was between the edge of the stage and the monitor desk. …