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Well well..

My First Blog (C) TM etc.


Don't expect anything of any great importance to appear here - no earth-shattering revelations about the existence of UFOs, who was really responsible for 9/11, who the Hell keeps commissioning new series of Homes Under The Hammer..

To be brutally honest, I only created this blog so that I could comment on somebody else's:

http://www.thecbmuseum.blogspot.com/


which I discovered on yet another alcohol-fuelled nostalgia trip around the Internet.


I think I found myself at this wonderfully comprehensive online CB repository because I searched Google for 'Les Wallen'.


If you were on CB back in the 80s chances are you'll know who or what a Les Wallen was so I shan't risk alienating my non-existent audience by boring you to the point of self harm by droning on about CB aerials.


If you genuinely have nothing better to do in your life though - here is all you could ever want to know about base-loaded antennas with natty little yellow stickers attached and a whole lot more besides.


Ah - the Modulator, up there in the CB aerial pantheon with the other greats - the K40, the DV27 (my first ever CB aerial, attached like everyone elses' to a biscuit tin) and of course the Oscar - arguably the best-performing mobile CB aerial of all time - or so the common wisdom went.


Back then of course, CB was the equivalent of today's instant-messaging/SMS culture which I'm told The Kids are so into. Old fart that I am, I'm no stranger to these innovations myself & far prefer to text someone than actually having to talk to them but I think today's yoof are missing out by not having a bloody great big aerial stuck on the outside of their house/car/pushbike (yes, there was somebody - it looked like a low-budget remake of CHiPs) along with a sometimes borderline-legit black box with flashing lights on through which random thoughts could be relayed a couple of miles hence (or Italy if skip was 'up').


I still have a lot of my old CB stuff boxed up in the loft and carry a handheld one in the car. I've hung onto the portable just so I can listen to the truck drivers passing on travel information when 'square-wheeled' in yet another tailback whilst they regale one another - often with a lot of echo - about the amount of leg & cleavage they've espied as female sales reps crawl past them in their 3 series BMWs - well, it's a damn sight more interesting than Southern Counties..

Anyway, time to shut up now because, as I said, I only created this blog so that I could comment on somebody elses' - and I haven't done that yet.

10-10 til' we do it again

er, Good Buddy..