Radio Ga Ga

Every day that I walk to work, you’ll see me with my headphones on, lost in my own reverie. Actually, even without my headphones I’m a bit of a space cadet. One time, when I was living round the corner from my mother, she had to literally jump in front of my path after calling my name non-stop for 30 seconds to get my attention. I can be a bit dopey.

These days, with the headphones, it’s not my own thoughts I’m lost in but those of bygone radio times. The iPlayer radio app is my best friend, meaning that I’ve got a nifty little collection of shows downloaded onto it that range from anything like Rhod Gilbert’s show on Radio Wales – mixing indie rock with comedy – to a magical step back in time (well, further than last Saturday’s Gilbert shenanigans) to the dulcet tones of Orson Welles revisiting his The Third Man persona Harry Lime way back in 1952.

Not only does it save my ever-precious data allowance, but it’s the perfect balance with gazing across The Level as I stride, or even having a private boogie up to Churchill Square. I’m not on commission, I’m just sharing the love for these aural treats.