I am IN LOVE with broadband internet access. I've spent the entire afternoon downloading 614MB (614MB!!!!!) of audio files of Nick Abbot's old shows on Talk Radio from 1996 to 1998, and copying them all onto one CD to take home with me back to prehistoric dial-up land. I'd be there for months trying to do that on my quaint little Freeserve connection.
These are the shows which more or less kept me alive for a good couple of years, and the scary thing is, hearing them again now for the first time in more than six years, I can actually remember a lot of the calls almost word for word. Which is worrying seeing as I struggle to remember what I had for breakfast most days.
Without doubt the best moment of the afternoon was being reunited after all this time with Elizabeth from Cheddar, undoubtedly the finest radio phone-in contributor this country has ever seen. I still remember the moment when she announced to the nation that Cliff Richard is her ancestor ("but he don't know it"). And now I have it on CD. I'm in hog heaven.