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Post by moonglum on Apr 17, 2009 14:21:02 GMT -6
CLICK
The faint hum from the transformers begins to build, slowly. Ancient valves, huge glass tubes, glow with a dim light that gradually brightens into a fiery glare. A trembling hand adjusts the opaque visor and then reaches for the illuminated dial……
‘Err, this is radio……isn’t it?’
‘No, dummy, its tinternet’
‘B***S’
CLICK
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