Since reading Phill Jupitus’ book about broadcasting and radio, it’s started me musing about what it is I enjoy about radio. And I’ve realised that I enjoy radio right now more than I’ve ever done in my life. So come with me, if you will, as I journey down a road of radio remembrance. My first radio memories are of Tony Blackburn on a Saturday morning with Arnold the dog. Radio 1 featured large in our house for many years, I grew up with the jingles of Radio 1. A vivid memory is of the large wireless we had at home that sat on the kitchen window sill, it was larger than a laptop is today. It had huge black buttons along the top and a black dial on the front. It was black and silver and it was always on at breakfast. Every time I hear Dean Friedman’s Lucky Stars I’m right back at the kitchen table with my brothers, eating porridge on a dark winter’s morning before we headed out to walk to school, the radio playing its soundtrack to my life. Of course, I didn’t realise that the...