Video killed the radio star

This old radio shell, rescued from the street where someone had tossed it, now used as a stand for the cactus, suddenly brought on a flood of thoughts.
I realised to my surprise that we have no radio in our house. Plenty of methods of receiving radio programmes, but no radio. Odd.
When I was a kid, a while back, the only pop music on the radio was Radio Luxembourg in the evenings. Jam-packed with commercials for Horace Batchelor's pools-winning method (Keysham was in the address I think), the reception was awful on our little transistor radios.
My brother got himself a radio like this one and strung a aerial of 208 metres (the wavelength of R Lux) all around the trees in the garden. He got himself great reception just as Luxembourg was superseded by the North Sea pirates, London and Caroline.
We spent our childhood to a radio soundtrack of the Stones, Beatles, Kinks, Move, Spencer Davis and the rest; radio was about the most important thing in our lives. In my parent's space there was a constant background of classical music on the Third programme.
I guess that radio as a technology had its day, just as stills film seems to have had now.
Ah well, onward!