As a kid I was obsessed with music and the radio. I grew up in a hotel. My dad was the manager of Cave Castle Hotel, in a small village called South Cave, around 10 miles from Hull. It had three bars, function rooms, a restaurant, and – like most hotels – rooms. Obviously. Behind the reception desk there was a huge metal cabinet, something that looked like a control desk from some kind of 1960s movie, a whiff of Dr Strangelove off it. It had huge clunking knobs on it. It was an intimidating piece of equipment. It was also a radio that somehow served the radios in the hotel's bedrooms. I could be misremembering this but I'm sure it did because I got in trouble once for listening to the...
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