Oh that the Lord...had not set his canon 'gainst self-storage

Oh Lock 'n' Leave! O joy of Big Yellow! O store away, store away, we all love to store away! Squirrels we!
Is this THE growth industry of this so far utterly dismal decade? Putting all your stuff into cardboard boxes (£3 a pop) and dragging them down to your local 50 sq ft in a converted warehouse (often, it seems run by splendid young Australians, taking a big step up from the man & van businesses they had in the 90s and which kept youngish Londoners moving between their ridiculously sexualised flatshares....).

A reason to be cheerful

They keep telling me this is the most depressing day of the year.
They don't need to tell me this.
Was drilling down the M11 Tuesday night, late, needing some city air after a day at the crematorium, needing some city sound as well, prodding the stupid incomprehensible buttons on the car radio.
I hit on it!
I found a new reason for loving London, or at least for living within its electromagnetic zones...
Not really new - it was just a radio station, one I'd known about for years, but had never got around to tuning up to 104.4FM.
This happy frequency hosts a radio station that - on that particular evening - had given an hour of prime time to a tape-recording fanatic, who was sharing her favourite street sounds from her trips to the Middle East.
It's Resonance FM, and , as I later learned, you don't need to live in London to listen to it.
You can stream it here.
I'm going to find some interesting things to tell you about Resonance, as well as some links and images, and this will be the optimistic, joyous indeed start to a rather tentatively-launched blog,. I was going to call this Old Bill's Analogue Blog - but someone had already nabbed that name. It was going to be unashamedly in praise of the old. Now I am having rather different thoughts....
I'll be back before long.