A couple of years ago, when I was living in an absolute hole called 44a Southover St in Brighton, I used to be softly woken by my alarm clock playing the most bizarre and yet introguing radio station I've ever heard.
It was a French language station - despite the fact that there was little to no DJ interaction, I only knew this because of the on-the-hour news reports - the music was a mix of country, jazz, funk, rock and hip-hop and on asking around, I seemed to be the only person who knew about it.
Many was the time that I would be late for work because I couldn't pull myself out of bed for want of listening to this station in my semi-slumber.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago and I remember waking up one morning to what seemed like people having a conversation in my bedroom. As I gained conciousness, I realised that this conversation was emanating from my alarm clock. Focusing in on the conversation, it sounded like a couple of idiots were, rather amateurishly, trying to get a broadcast on the air, - at one point I swear I heard one of the people say "is it on?". To add to it, their musical taste seemed beyond bad. The sort of chill-out garbage that pervades the cd shelves of many of the hippy, bo-ho types that plague Brighton.
So, spin on a couple weeks and I'm walking to work and pass a venue in town called The Hope. In the window was a poster for night called "Vive Le FIP - a celebration of eclectic French radio".
I had one of those moments where the name is put to a face you've seen many times before and become accustomed to as if they were an old friend.
I looked up FIP radio on Google and voila! A
wikipedia article about FIP radio appeared. All of a sudden, this radio station that had soothed my passage from sleep to waking was not a secret kept between me and my long serving alrm clock, but actually a long running broadcast of a French station from somewhere in the "Bohemian" area of Hanover.
It turns out that the station was taken off the air by Ofcom, the regulatory body for broadcasters and such like, because someone complained about it being a pirate broadcast. I reckon what I heard in it's place was probably a typically Brightonian attempt at "community" radio.
Thankfully, I've just read an
news article from the Argus website that states that the station might be making a comeback due to listener support and people like those responsible for the
Vive la FIP night at The Hope.
Come back FIP and release me from the torture of mainstream radio (although listening to classical on radio 3 isn't exactly terrible...well, except for Simon Bates).