DidjitiDo - or What Do You Give a Radio Fanatic for Christmas ?

It said on the box " Hold my handle , hear me speak". This digital radio, aka Dab, was just crying out to be put in Macfarlane's Christmas stocking. He has wanted one for a while. So far, none appealed to his genetically Scottish pocket or looked small enough to put on an overcrowded bed-side table.
Pure, natural sound has long been a passion with him particularly since returning from the World Cup in Australia with a didjiridoo. Some may have wished for a more delicate reminder of that jewel strewn land but he chose a treasure we could enjoy simultaneously.
He set about a daily routine that was previously served by the radio alarm. Eventually he would master enough circular breathing technique to produce a primeval bellow reminiscent of the ritual chants heard from rugby lads in the communal tub.
While this conjured image is not altogether undesirable for either of us the time for change had come. A degree of sophistication and modernitiy was overdue in the otherwise primitive low tech Macfarlane household.
So now we have her, the invisible siren who breathes her magic from her Alladin's box."Searching time........searching time....Finding stations......finding stations ".
We are now transported languidly to an auditory health spa of extraordinary ecstasy. Ears massaged in turn by the monotone of the after-game commentation or a vigorous blast of Tam Cowan's " Aff the Ball " can wish for nothing more than the flotarium indulgence of Smooth Classic's at Seven. And the biggest bonus of all - We can now access Saga Radio. Ah-me.....
Searching time ....... Searching time.......searching........searching........