Wireless wireless
Grandad December 20th, 2011
There was a bloke selling radios down in the pub the other night.
They were dirt cheap as apparently they were from a fire-damage sale. I pointed out that they were in perfect condition and the bloke said that that was because it was actually a pre-fire sale. Fair enough. There are a lot of those sales these days. I bought one.
Herself likes to listen to the radio so I thought it would make a great Christmas present for her.
On Sunday I thought I would try it out.
The first thing I discovered was that it isn’t a normal radio. It’s one of those interweb thingies that gets its signal from the little box in the back room. I also discovered that it needed batteries. I mentioned that last bit in my scribble and some of you seem to gave misunderstood what I wanted the batteries for?
Leastwise I got it going eventually.
Once it was lit up and rearing to go, I discovered that there is a bewildering selection of stations to choose from. I tried a station in Auckland first. The quality of the signal was perfect but they kept on about the temperature being twenty something degrees and how I should get my barbie supplies in before Christmas. Fuck that!
The next station that I picked at random was in Vermont in the states. Some bloke there was playing some really ancient stuff, and it brought back great memories of the sixties and seventies. When the DJ started raving on about the Monkees that I realised that he wasn’t playing a “golden oldies” but was into Vermont’s top twenty. They seem to be a little behind the times there?
This morning Herself was out somewhere so I thought I would try it out in the shed.
The fucking thing won’t work there as my interweb doesn’t stretch that far.
Bollox!
Now I have to try to work out how to get the signal down there.
Life can be bloody complicated sometimes.
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