Suddenly the signal breaks. A violent white hiss screaming though the studio monitors. Somebody rushes through the door 'the police have entered the building'. Immediately we grab our records and make for the stairs. It used to be a school I think, it was old and big.
No one was even sure if the DTI knew we were operating from it and it was possible it was just a raid on the squatters who lived there. Nevertheless, we all piled onto the roof, laughing nervously about how stupid it all was.
After some time without incident, we ventured cautiously back into the bowls of the old building. The studio was as we had left it, untouched, undiscovered. We knew somewhere across the city a crew would be working to re-establish the signal. We'd be back on the airwaves before morning.