Wednesday, July 09, 2008

I know I'm Sad but.....

I discover that digital radio had arrived in the Peak District quite by accident. It was around 3.00am a couple of weeks ago,and I was drifting in and out of sleep to the World Service. There was a crash and I was wide awake. My ear felt sore and after a few seconds I realised that my radio (DAB ready) had slipped from its perch by the side of the bed and fallen to the floor jerking as it did so the ear piece from my ear. I reached down and picked it up. As I searched for the World Service I accidentally pressed the DAB button and the "searching for station" text appeared on the little screen. I waited for it to return the message "station not found". A second later I was listening to BBC 7. I was gob smacked and then I excitedly searched for the other stations. They were there! I could get digital radio. It was like Christmas. I turned to share the excitement and joy with Mrs BW. Then thought better of it. Best to keep it to myself until the morning.


Gadjo Dilo said...

Ah, BBC7, so you'll be able to listen non-stop to old comedy programmes to get you off to sleep (am I right?) - I almost make the most of this opportunity when I'm staying at my mother's.

The Birdwatcher said...

Gadjo - spot on. Of course I never get to the end of anything I am listening to, but its a big improvement on World Service.

Jennyta said...

Don't listen to radio 4 during the night on DAB though - it switches to schools programmes at 3am. :(

The Birdwatcher said...

jennyta - thanks for the warning. That would have been an unwelcome surprise!

fiwa said...

I don't know a thing about digital radio, so I guess I'm worse than sad!

I can understand about liking to listen to old comedy though. We have a station round here that sometimes has old plays on at night, and I love listenting to that.

Glad you resurfaced, been wondering how you were doing.


No Good Boyo said...

It's like being born again, but in a world with interesting things in it.

Our daughter took my transitor for a swim the other day and I had to buy a new radio. John Lewis had a DAB one in shocking pink that I chose because I knew it would annoy Mrs Boyo but not too much.

I then discovered that DAB meant digital, and wasn't the manufacturer's name. We live near a sinister government transmitter that leaves Radio 4 largely inaudible - but not any more.

Now I can tune into to the Today programme and say "Yes, it wasn't static, they really did say that."

I'm out of range for London Greek radio, though.