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This blog does promise to reveal what goes on behind the scenes of Get It On, so today let me introduce you to Paul,the young man who works tirelessly to get the show on air.

You may have heard his voice on air, but did you imagine he was a dead ringer for Hollywood heart-throb, Ed Norton??? (No, me neither.)

Now if only there was a website called ratemyproducer.com. Marks out of ten then?

My job is: Daytime carer for Mr B Burnett and sometime Producer/Broadcast Assistant/General Dogsbody of Get It On.

I am currently listening to: The new Jose Gonzales record, a Martha Reeves & The Vandellas compilation, the latest LCD Soundsystem record, 'On Returning' by Wire, the two Dananananaykroyd 7" singles and, of course, Sparks.

Celebrity I most closely resemble: Ummm... the actor Edward Norton perhaps. With an occasional beard. Or Neil McCann who plays football for Hearts. With an occasional beard.

I would describe my style as: Late 20s Desperation.

I love: Toronto, Glasgow, sushi, my drumkit, badges, Match Of The Day, a certain brand of trainers I can't really advertise, scratchy lo-fi indie rock, Paul Auster novels, my bike, Queens Park on a sunny day, Cary Grant movies, good coffee and the sound of a nylon-stringed acoustic guitar.

I hate: Plastic cutlery, commuting, ignorance and bad grammar.

What I’ll be having for my tea after the show: I'm going to bake some haddock with red chili, flat-leaf parsley and lemon in foil and eat it with sweet potatoes, asparagus and spinach. Better than a bag of chips, right?

Thing I most enjoy about working on this show: Bryan and I have a lot of fun on this programme. It's often frantic, it's almost always chaotic, but it's a joy to work on. I've also discovered that the 80s were, in fact, NOT as bad as I remember!

Bryan’s most annoying habit: Hmmm... where to start? Bryan's use of apostrophes is... well... improving and he doesn't have nearly as many 'presenter strops' as he used to... However, his worst habit is cranking up the volume in the studio when playing a song he likes and singing what he thinks the lyrics are. It's ridiculous. Seriously, I'm sorely tempted to fade up his mic one day... Still, he's enjoying himself, so who am I to deny him this simple pleasure?