To be honest, all radio seems to suck. I try to get the thing that was XFM but it comes and goes from the bedroom. You can't listen to it for long because the playlist seems to consist of about six songs. I may just give up and use my iPhone like my wife.
Two things: Radio X - Chris Moyles. Just say no.
You have an iPhone like your wife, and by corollary, a wife like your iPhone? Blimey.
I forget this is the home of the truly, madly, deeply pedantic. Like my wife
does. She is admittedly a reliable alarm clock as she bounces around the house like an elephant on a pogo stick at 6.30am. Heels and hardwood floors, percussion for the middle classes. She may as well crank up some industrial metal to 11 and be done with it.
Chris Moyles isn't actually as bad as I had expected. I know, I just wrote that. He turns into Vernon Kay mid-morning. I know nothing about Vernon, expect he seems incredibly nice to everyone. I'd like to introduce him to my gran. Actually, that might work out wrong as she's dead. Sounds a bit threatening. Sorry Vern.
I genuinely can't remember four digit numbers, which is a ludicrously specific impediment.
Tell me your debit card's PIN and I'll remember it for you.
I have to store them in my phone (though my wife does remember them). I'd write them on the card in indelible ink but it's no help when they disappear inside the machine.