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Sian and Richard are joined live in the studio by columnist and author Caitlin Moran.

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Listen to Caitlin on Radio 4’s

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Tim Minchin interviews Caitlin on Radio 4’s

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Caitlin interviews Jennifer Saunders on Radio 4’s

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Listen to Caitlin on Radio 4’s

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Caitlin’s latest book Moranthology is available now.

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Singer Bonnie Tyler chooses A Hard Day’s Night by the Beatles as the song she has inherited and River Deep Mountain High by Tina Turner as the track she’d like to pass down.

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Hear Bonnie Tyler compete in the tonight at 8pm on ´óÏó´«Ã½ Radio 2

Andy Miller worked in a London recording studio in the seventies. Many years ago he gave his daughter Jess a reel of tape labelled ‘Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison bootleg’.Ìý The tape hasn’t been played for over 40 years, Jess and Andy came to Saturday Live to discover whether or not it’s a valuable recording.Ìý

In the second instalment from Kosovo, John McCarthy meets writer and NGO worker Elizabeth Gowing who tells him about the Edwardian Edith Durham who travelled widely in the Balkans. She is held in high esteem by Albanian Kosovars and they are putting up a statue to her in the capital Pristina. John visits the sculptor Luan Mulliqi and a traditional filigree factory in Prizren.Ìý

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Read about Elizabeth’s book

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Joy Jones and her niece Gillian Scott-Wood tell us about the birthday card which has been passed around their family since 1949.

JP's mingling amongst the people in Queen Square, Wolverhampton.

is a stand up poet, playwright and satirist.

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The known and unkown.

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Oh the ‘known’ are all known, by the unknowns

But the unknowns unknown by the ‘known’

Yet the unknown, unknown by the unknown

And the ‘known’ are all known by the ‘known’

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But when the unknowns are known by enough unknowns

Then the unknown are now newly known’

And as newly known, ‘known’ they are known by the ‘known’

Who all know what it is to be known

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Yes, they know that the ‘known’ must be known by the known

Just to show the unknown they know ‘known’

Lest the unknown now no that the ‘known’ that are known

Are no more than unknowns that are ‘known’

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The Mullet and the lederhosen

The glitter and the tashe

The Eurovision song contest

A special kind of throbbing rash

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Returns a to show us visions of such perfect integration

Delivered from a one night stand of sequinned conflagration

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With a: Nerf point deeze point, dooze point la!

Boom bang-a-bang-a boom-bang-a-bang-a

Oom pa pa pa!

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See the famous Ukrain giant

Watch the strange forbidden fruit

As finnish lesbians must kiss

Ah yes and then the high heeled disco boots

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Whilst we the island monkeys laugh

And wonder how we came so far

And smugly muse on how unlike

The continent we are

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Still clinging to Beatles we’re as snobbish as we all can be

The Jam the clash Spandua Ballet.

We mock Balcan hegemony

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DeeZ point, Dooze point, Dooze point bah!

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We claim that it’s unwinnable

To sugar coat our bottom place

Our knowledge of the deals and trysts

Leaves irony to save our face

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But secretly and honestly and really rather desperately

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We’re holding out for a hero!

Were holding out for a hero from another time

She’s got to be blond and she’s got to be bold

And she’s got to be yours and be mine

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We need a hero

We need to show them all our shooting star

With massive hair and shoulder padsÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý

(Deez point nerf point dooze point ya!

Bonnie tyler sieze the day)

And hand them their boom bang a banga oom pa pa pa!Ìý

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We’ve been in Kintyre for the past couple of weeks, our annual trip to that beautiful and remote peninsula, first because that part of Scotland is never lovelier than in May, even if the weather fronts sweeping in from the Atlantic threaten to shake the blossom from the trees and even halt the little ferry that chugs over from the island of Arran; and second because of its very remoteness. Although it is part of the mainland and south of Glasgow you have to drive half way to John O’Groats to access it or take two ferries and cross one of the Clyde islands, a journey of around twelve hours whichever way you do it. I suppose this is why Paul McCartney chose it for his retreat, the journey from London so long and difficult that it would deter even the most dedicated paparazzi from pursuing him. We stay in a tiny place on the coast,Ìý ‘the most beautiful place in the world’ according to the late Linda McCartney, watching otters and oyster catchers and dolphins and the occasional submarine gliding up Kilbrannan Sound. We don’t do anything much while we’re there but we have got to know some people over the years and we help out a tiny Anglican church, for clergy round these parts are, literally, rarer than golden eagles. I preached on Ascension Day to a tiny congregation but afterwards a lady came up and asked me to give my regards to one of my parishioners here in Finedon. She turned out to have been married forty years ago at my church to a man who was once a sidesman there, and although it is not quite that scene in Casablanca when Humphrey Bogart says “of all the bars in all the town in all the world…" you know what I mean. It happens so often when you’re away, bumping into someone you know, that it hardly surprises me any more. Perhaps this is a peculiarly English relish for making connections – my mum maintains in her head a map of the world in which she places everyone she has ever met – but a friend of mine talks about her mother’s Jewish geography, which maps the overlapping worlds of London, Manchester, New York and Tel Aviv in much the same way. I used to find that sort of connectivity rather daunting and something to escape from, but now I rather like it, the web of happenstance, if that’s what it is, that we wander into and through.

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You find it often happens on Saturday Live too, patterns and connections suddenly emerge, and you get a kind of traction that pleases. We’ve got high hopes for it arriving this week when we assemble our studio guest Caitlin Moran, wonderful wonderful writer and columnist and tweeter, our own Murray Lachlan Young with a poem or two, the sound of a crowded Wolverhampton (where Caitlin’s from) and a birthday card which has been circulating among a group of siblings for years. We also hear a mysterious audio tape marked Jimi Hendrix, which one of our listeners discovered under her bed made by the producer Andy Pugwash Miller (her dad). He can’t remember what’s on it so we will play it for the first time live on the programme and find out. Who knows, it may be a lost masterpiece? And if that were not enough rock royalty we also have the Inheritance Tracks of the brilliant Bonnie Tyler, who’s flying the flag at Eurovision this weekend.

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Douze points!

Murray Lachlan Young's son, 13 year oldÌýLore, was hard at work during the programme capturing the Saturday Live studio scene on his tablet. Creativity clearly runs in the family!ÌýÌý