Feeling a perverse urge to do something I don’t normally do, by “normally do” I of course meant “never do.” So last evening IÂ listened to the radio.Â
And by me turning my clock radio on, with an actual intent to listen to it, may not seem as strange as it necessarily was. But, understand, I haven’t listened to the radio (minus the bits of 680News I hear while in the van) in maybe 5 years? And it was, probably, another 5 before that? I’m not a fan of radio. For no other reason than I never have been. I’ve no idea why. Just the way it is.
Anyway not my point. A Toronto newspaper, which I’ve always known as kind of a joke, ran a commercial while I was listening…