Chugalug,
...Did you ever tune into it, Danny?..
"No radio"....."Why not"...."No power"...."Dry batteries, then"...."No batteries" (Scarcer than hen's teeth, scarcer than razor blades - and that's saying something)....
"MT battery then ?" ..."Minimum 6V, too much"... "Aircraft battery/Trolley Acc ?"...."Worse, 24V"..."Wind-up one ?"..."Not invented yet".
D. has forgotten all he ever knew about crystals and cat's whiskers, gets out wind-up portable gramophone, puts on much loved, worn, scratched, shellac (record) "Vera Lynn".....
Needs new needle....
"No needles"..."Why not"..."All high grade steel reserved for war effort - but never mind lad, here's a bag of sharp thorns, they're nearly as good" ....
"Where did these come from ?"...."Your indefatigible Squadron Entertainments Officer went all the way on first-class rail to Calcutta, endured all the rigours of a six- course dinner and comfortable bed under a fan at the "Grand", then after a four-course breakfast strolled round to the "Hog" Bazarr" and brought you these, a steal at 8 annas bag"...."And he would be ?.....
Why, D. of course ! (What else did he do - not much, as I remember - flew a VV from time to time, and drank a lot of "John Collinses" (must not get dehydrated, you see).
♫....there's a hole in my bucket....♫
Danny.