You don’t know how important the Beeb is in our lives until it’s taken away. Since they switched off the transmitters last week there’s been a huge vacuum in our lives – no more AM or PM, no more From Our Own Correspondent, no more Any Questions or The News Quiz.
And now they’re blowing up the radio masts and arresting some of the greats – Andrew Marr is already on his way to Raqqa in chains; they say Robert Preston is next. Sarah Montague is in hiding as is Stephen Fry (big time).
They say there will be a new service, Caliphate GB, which we will be able to access, but don’t expect too much. I imagine in the revised The Archers, Ruth will no longer be able to visit Borchester without David in tow. I do reckon, though, that they’ll keep I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue as they haven’t yet figured out the rules to Mornington Crescent.
On a positive note, we still have wifi, probably because the trainee suicide bombers still need social media to communicate with each other. Also they haven’t yet found my laptop. Believe me, I keep it well hidden. Decapitation is not on my bucket list.