What kind of a name is that?

Talking to the radio. That's what I do, or so my wife says. Some people might think that pacing up and down in front of the kitchen radio denouncing dishonest politicians, obsequious journalists and the joke that is the Irish media is not fully encompassed by the verb 'to talk'. But there you go. I talk to the radio. So that is what this blog is for: a transcript of my side of the 'conversation'. It also allows me to let off the same steam in a more socially acceptable way.
Think about that; it is now considered perfectly normal to put a stream of consciousness rant onto the Internet but not to give out to the radio! Think about just 15 years ago and somebody suggesting that instead of shouting at the telly you should fire your thoughts into a fax machine set to 'send to all'; you'd have been locked up.