I assumed that this must have happened this morning, when the programme sank to the lowest depths of self-parody. Someone doing a remarkable impersonation of Sara Mohr-Pietsch relentlessly solicited listeners' texts, tweets and emails about what they have in their garden shed, what they do in their garden shed, and, if they don't have a garden shed, what they would have and/or do in their garden shed if they had one. She equally relentlessly read out various alleged texts, tweets and emails (surely all written by Ian Hislop and his team) between short snippets of music. She then had a conversation with a Rob Cowan impersonator about his shed, during which he divulged that the girl who lives next door to him refuses, for some reason, to enter his shed. Finally she asked everyone to keep the shed-related texts, tweets and emails coming, the implication being that she will be treating the listeners (Sid and Doris Bonkers) to more of the same in the days ahead.
SMP is clearly very intelligent, but the editions of Breakfast allegedly presented by her have become possibly the most excruciating hours on Radio 3. If today's presenter was indeed her, then I can only assume that she has been possessed by an evil, but exceptionally inane, spirit.