I decided that it was time I had a new radio. There is nothing wrong with the old one by my bedside except that it is a bit limited being an analogue. I may have mentioned before that I often listen to the radio in bed and indeed dose off to sleep listening to the World Service. There is nothing wrong with Radio 4 or for that matter the World Service but BBC 7 has all those fantasic reruns of those old favourites such as the “Burkiss Way to dynamic living”, repeats of “I’m Sorry I haven’t a clue”, “Hancocks half hour”, “Kings Street Junior” (I used to fantise about Miss Lewis, pre Mrs BW days of course) need I go on? In fact I might have to go and have a lie down myself for a bit. Of course you can get it through Sky on the Television, but this means endless battles with the fledglings, which I always lose because they know how to override the remote. So I thought, I will treat my self to a digital radio. My life will be complete. I can go to bed early with a mug of cocoa, plug the ear phones in and bliss, drift off to all those old favourites, (the man in black that was a good one). So I bought one. I got it home and could hardly wait to get it out of its box and set up. Then I discovered a bit of a catch, a flaw as it were in my pursuit of this simple pleasure. We don’t do digital in Buxton. Its a bit of a digital blackhole. I searched the BBC website and could find no clues as to when digital will be coming my way. I know I should have checked. But I can be impulsive sometimes and I had got so excited about the thought of all those wonderful programmes. At least it gets FM and the reception is good and the earphones are of a better quality than my last ones that used to leak sound and keep Mrs BW awake. And I’ sure that by 2009 or 2010 I’ll be able to use it. I mean you have to look on the bright side, don’t you?