We've lost something. In gaining everything, we've lost something.
I once had a radio cassette player that had shortwave. With careful manipulation of the frequency, I could tune in to hissy semi-garbled transmissions from Russia or Brazil or Tunisia.
20 years ago, I was a part of a pub quiz league. It was a social event that brought teams together.
15 years ago, as I prepared to leave my flat in Birkenhead for another in Moreton, I spent an evening phoning random phone numbers in the USA. First on the East coast, then as it got later, on the west coast.
Many people just put the phone down, but I had some really interesting conversations.
I'm talking to someone in Bend, Oregon, or Rochester, NY? Same old. Did it yesterday too.
These days, the winner of the quiz is as likely to be the person who's best at sneaking google into the arena.
Now if I want to hear radio from Australia or Cambodia, I can just go online and find it. That which was once stumbled upon and listened to with fascination has become prosaic.
driving lessons in Wallasey? learn to drive in Wirral? driving instructor in Birkenhead?