If it’s not early morning vortexes sucking my rooftiles, it’s death by self inflicted sleep deprivation. We live in dangerous times.
Have you ever heard of anyone being killed by Radio 4?
Viking, North Utsire, South Utsire, Forties, Cromarty
A new source of health paranoia comes with the revelation that I’m slowly doing myself in by listening to the shipping forecast as I drift into the land of nod of an evening.
Forth, Tyne, Dogger, Fisher, German Bight, Humber, Thames
“At increased risk of cardiovascular banjaxation” because I’m getting less sleep than I should.
Dover, Wight, Portland, Plymouth, Biscay, Trafalgar, FitzRoy
I keep forgetting to turn it off before I lose consciousness and then getting woken up at some ungodly hour by John Humphrys siphoning the lifeblood from some hapless politico.
Sole, Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea, Shannon, Rockall, Malin, Hebrides
The other week I got shocked to my senses by clanging church bells at 5am. It really is not a good idea. I should know better.
Bailey, Fair Isle, Faeroes, Southeast Iceland, Early Grave
Unfortunately named heads of software development at One Laptop per Child: no 1
The mystical fascination with the Shipping Forecast discussed.
The latest forecast.
Listen (real audio link).