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RTE will stop transmitting on LongWave end 2017.
Many popular European LW stations have/will soon vanish such as RTL. This is all in aid of releasing the bandwidth to the mobile phone companies who will most likely use it for yet more advertising. Too bad for owners of classic radios.
Even FM is looking at the wrecking ball.
http://swling.com/blog/2014/03/how-to-tune-in-pirate-radio-broadcasts-on-shortwave/
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RolloTheRed - thanks for that discouraging news. If nothing else, it kept me in touch with that lovely soft-sounding alternative language we all learned at school - Gaeilge.
I'm from the era where we all sat around looking at the radio set long before a TV entered our house. Indeed, I really am old because I have a faint memory of electricity coming to our backward village. This was swiftly followed by the Green Public Telephone Box, situated outside the green painted Post Office. It's still there I'm told looking very forelone.
Great excitement it was too. The arrival of the electric iron plugged into a light socket caused a smidgen of concern. And dad always insisted that the main fuse had to be removed during a thunder & lightening storm. Of course, that only occurred when God was breaking rocks in Heaven using a big sledge hammer. It's hard work for any of us to be promoted up beyond the clouds where employment is fairy mundane.
When the radio batter ran dry, we were 'entertained' by our elders with fantastic stories of ghouls & ghosts plus other goings-on that frightened the life out of us. Now you know why we are the way we are!
Long ago before time was thought of, God (a male of course) created the universe during six days of hard graft. This was a good while before the working-time directive & minimum wage structure were put into force. Brexit was not yet on the horizon.
On the seventh day after church services, God put up his feet to revive his aching bones & delicately sipped a flagon of beer from a bucket normally used for milking cows. Swollen ankles in a basin of tepid salted water - no better cure for aches & pains even in his early days. In any case, there were no cheap alternatives which the Heavenly NHS could afford. Too few cheap nurses from that ‘other place’. Somebody called Trump had built a wall trying to prevent those inside from leaving & those outside from entering. He modelled his efforts on Hadrian's similar attempt. Success or otherwise is debateable.
Anyway, God was fairly pleased with the effort he put into the creation. He kept a daily diary which Bradley Manning promised to publish on Wickileaks. In addition, God had laid-out a lovely garden which he named 'Eden' but don't confuse it with that more modern minor monstrosity of a similar name situated on the far side of the River Tamar in Cornwall.
The Cornish can turn funny if anyone invades their territory or besmirches their way of life & language whereas their near neighbours in Devon are decent, honest, welcoming & proudly good-looking. And the Devon ladies are really smashing too - they are all Miss Universe contenders.
But I'm deviating already.
Adam & Eve, our forebears as recorded in everyone's family tree & Bible, were jobbing gardeners. They were up to their old tricks of purloining apples from the Garden of Eden which was an illegal act even then. They were shown the door by their Guardian Angels or, I suppose, I should say 'garden gate' with instructions not to return there again till their dying day - if they lived that long.
In the subsequent Heavenly county court judgement including hand-written banishment order, which can be download free from the Net, there was a mention of an accomplice in the dastardly deed in the garden but it seemed it just slid away unnoticed from the scene leaving a shiny shivering slick to indicate the general direction of escape. What a crawler!
Appeals for eyewitness information on Facebook, Genes Reunited & Crimewatch remained remarkably unanswered - everyone too busy on their iPads to notice anything. Lucifer, a male too as most troublemakers are, was seen on CCTV hanging around & when questioned, he denied all knowledge of the miscreant slithering snake or was it a serpent? Well, he would - wouldn't he! The Devil is so aggravatingly discreet sometimes, but only when it suits him.
PS: I will need an up-front deposit if I’m expected to carry-on with this meandering tale. Used euros (no plastic fivers either) please since the pound is getting a bit of trashing at the moment.
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Dermot, gonna tell my Devon cousins that they're looking good. :-D
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