The BBC has a series called In The Studio in which the creative process is followed for a period of usually about a year. What is being created can very from a new comic book to a shoe to a new ballet or opera. The presenters are often not professional broadcasters. Sometimes they are fresh voice; a change from the decidedly chattering classes usually employed by the BBC. Some are friends of the subject of the programme. Others would like to be friends of those subjects. The results are mixed. Some programmes are fascinating. Others are basically exercises in sucking up in the hope of furthering the interviewer's own career. You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. This sort of thing is, of course, not restricted to radio. I remember many years ago a newspaper or magazine feature article about then highly successful Scottish journalist Andrew Neil. The only thing it told me was that the author was desperate to work for Neil and hoped a sychophantic article would be their passport. But it is especially creepy when public money is hijacked by mediocrities, or worse, to further their own careers.