"I can't listen to Radio 1 any more," said Gareth swinging open the door of the Water Tower pub the other day.
"Me neither," said Ruth, "It's all about Radio 2 for me."
"We are definitely in our thirties then!" I said, almost daring to admit that I listen to Radio 4. I didn't quite. I smiled while thinking about the Shipping Forecast and headed out to my car.
The thing is, we like what we like, and really that's all that matters. Oh, and Radio 1 is absolutely aimed at 12 year olds.
My question is - has it always been this way? I mean, back in the old days when Noel Edmonds and Tony Blackburn were spinning discs at Radio 1 HQ, were they playing music for kids who'd only just grown out of Andy Pandy? Or was it all a bit more serious than that?
I know it's hard to look back at older generations and imagine them as younger than you, but somehow, I feel almost certain that entertainment output like television and radio has slowly grown younger over the decades.
I remember watching shows like Tomorrow's World, and those programmes where Alan Wicker would peer around Shanghai in a makeshift rickshaw. I was in on an adult world I felt too young to be part of, yet still felt fascinated by and connected to; it was the world of the far away and the future, where Judith Chalmers told us about markets in Morocco, or Maggie Philbin showed off 'Compact Discs' and household robots. These days, in the same slots, we get The One Show telling us to eat more peas.
I think that's partly what fuels my gradual metamorphosis into a virtual hermit; I started to feel like the box in the corner of the room was patronising me.
"You're not a television person then?" said someone the other day.
"Not really," I replied, smiling. I spent the next few moments imagining what a 'television person' might actually look like and got as far as Mike Teevee spinning through the air in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.
He had a point you know, Roald Dahl.
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