LAUREN BRAVO: On the radio...
Apart from once choreographing a dance to the Archers theme tune, which I would make my dad perform with me in the kitchen in the gleeful rustic manner I imagined they did it down the Ambridge disco, I never really used to be a radio person. There was a brief phase where Terry Garoghan’s Last Bus to Whitehawk on Southern FM was compulsory listening for everyone in Year 10, but, largely, radio was just back-up TV.
You imagined if there was ever a crisis in which all the telly in the country was turned off (as, I don’t know, a punishment from the Government or a Dalek invasion), the family might be forced to gather round a radio, acting out the scenes for each other to make sure our eyes didn’t grow bored and stop working. It was quaint, that radio was still A Thing.
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