Up at oh-god-oh-god-my-brain'O'Clock to go to Cribbs to broadcast GLORIOUS NEWS OF SHOPPING for t'Radio.

Which would have been nice, had the thrice accurs'd Wood & Douglas receiver, attached to the biggest atenna in the universe...

...actually picked up anything other than a curious sort of crackling noise, with faint hints of presenter spicing up the bits inbetween the buzzes. Fortunately a nice new Sennheiser receiver, manufactured sometime after the invention of the integrated circuit, managed to pick up a lovely signal using an eenie-weenie aerial (circled) and a 'lump' transmitter powered by 2 AA batteries.

(vs. the Wood+Douglas effort, which weighs about 10kg, and runs off a sealed lead acid.)

Ah well, I can feel my fingers now.

Hmm. Phil appears to have left, and the sink is empty! Woo. And I'm doing FOH at t'Cube in about as much time as it'll take to find some food. Not sure if that's a good idea, what with having to be at work about 7 hours after the event finishes. All I know is Elvis impersonators + Samba band. It'll be great.