Sunday, February 10, 2002
Yesterday I switched on the shower radio during my bath and found myself enjoying a surprisingly great programme of ska, cajun and South African music...but with no idea of what station I was listening to. Then the DJ came on and thanked me for listening to Radio 4A - hey, the local pirate station, clear as a bell in my bathroom!
One trip to the shops later and I'm back at my (communal) front door, pulling a yellow docket out of the letterbox. 'Receipt for seizure', it said. 'Transmitter - Radio 4A, found in loft.' So, one of my new neighbours is one transmitter lighter and the shower radio is back spewing out AOR and ads for double glazing...shame.
Post a Comment
One trip to the shops later and I'm back at my (communal) front door, pulling a yellow docket out of the letterbox. 'Receipt for seizure', it said. 'Transmitter - Radio 4A, found in loft.' So, one of my new neighbours is one transmitter lighter and the shower radio is back spewing out AOR and ads for double glazing...shame.
Post a Comment
