It’s the dead of night. I’m the only one still awake. Insomnia has well and truly struck again.
The only company I have right now is my radio.
So far tonight I’ve had Radio 4 and the World Service murmuring away. Now, as I type this, Disco Inferno is gently meandering across my room. That’s the beauty of radio, there’s a wealth of options at your fingertips. If you don’t like it, all you have to do is retune to suit your needs.
I have an usual relationship with the wireless; for someone of my age, anyway.
I’m genuinely fond of it. More than most Millennials are.
For starters, I own several radios. One downstairs on the chest of drawers. One on my desk. One in the kitchen. One in the bathroom. One to carry around with me all the time. I’m rarely without a radio. (And that’s not even counting the handful of apps I’ve got on my phone as well.)
(For clarity, if you need it, Broadcast Journalism is TV & radio news, not the newspapers.)
As a child, I used to have one of those cheap, plastic radios that always came free with magazines like Smash Hits in the early noughties. In the dead of night, like this, when my parents were safely in the land of nod, I’d sneak my radio out and listen from under my duvet. Just me, a torch, and my tinny little radio for company. It was blissful. (Yes, nerdy too, but blissful nonetheless.)
Back then, I always listened to my local radio station, Ram FM. That station doesn’t even exist anymore. Time’s moved on, and radio’s tried its best to evolve, even if the rest of us haven’t.
In the ‘olden days’, there’d always be a live presenter on. It felt like you had a friend talking to you in the middle of the night. Someone to keep you company in the small hours; just a microphone separating you both.
Now, there are few radio stations that have a live presenter overnight. They’re ‘voice tracked’, which means pre-recorded.
It’s not really the same anymore.
That doesn’t stop me from listening though.
Do you listen to the radio?