Current track: Spagna - Call Me

Labels: party, personal

Since this past year has been filled with so much else than these last few days of horror in SE Asia, I'm taking the liberty of presenting you with some of my favourites this year. The competition was stiff, but then I remembered that I am making all the categories myself and decided to just make new ones if the choice was proving to be too hard. ;-)

So here goes, in no particular order:

Coolest Villain of the year
Alfred Molina, Spider-Man 2

Norwegian Album of the year
Sivert Høyem: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Opposition

Album of the year
Morrissey: You are the Quarry

Funniest New Series
Green Wing, Channel 4 (UK)

Most Anticipated Film of the year
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Most Anticipated Game of the year
The Sims 2

Best Game of the year
The Sims 2

British Film of the year
Shaun of the Dead

Best Play or Musical of the year
La cage aux folles, Oslo Nye Teater

Best Live Concert of the year
Fra Beatles til ABBA, Oslo Konserthus

Would Have Most Wanted to See
Nathan Lane in The Producers, Theatre Royal Drury Lane

Most Hilarious Roman Outfit of the year
Philip Quast's in A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, Olivier Theatre

Funniest Book of the year
Ricky Gervais: Flanimals

Funniest Teenage Book of the year
Louise Rennison: ...and That's When it Fell Off in My Hand

Most Annoying Yet Strangely Catchy Song of the year
O-Zone: Dragostea din tei

Worst Idea of the year
Oslo Nye Teater producing Victoria starring Herborg Kråkevik

Scariest Moment of the year
The US electing George W. Bush for another term

Best Moment of the year
At around half nine on the evening of February the 25th

Current track: The Bluebells - Young at Heart

Labels: comedy, concert, film, gaming, humour, lists, literature, music, musicals, theatre, TV

So...since most of my scheduled TV programmes have been cancelled due to constant news updates these past few days, I have had to look around for substitutes among my film collection (which database hasn't been updated lately, sorry). Yesterday I chose to watch The Birdcage and La cage aux folles back to back. I must have seen the former about twelve times or more. This time I took the liberty of gathering the funniest quotes from that film; quotes I use frequently. Beware. Or be bored, if you haven't seen the film, because many of these won't make any sense to you if you haven't.

(I think they're in chronological order, even!)

- I made you short? (Robin Williams)

- Where does this young man come from, Barbie...ra? (Dianne Wiest)

- What is this, sludge? (Robin Williams)
- Yes, it's sludge. I thought it'd make a nice change from coffee. (Hank Azaria)

- I hurt my thing. (Robin Williams)
- Your what? (Nathan Lane)

- How about those Dolphins? (Nathan Lane)

- What? (Nathan Lane) (uhmm...well, this is from where he's dressed up as Val's uncle)

- I never wear shoes, because they make me fall down. (Hank Azaria)

- Agador! (Robin Williams)
- Spartacus! (Dan Futterman)
- Agador Spartacus! He insists on being called by his full name. (Robin Williams)

- Oh, tange you. Tange you all. Dinner...is served. (Hank Azaria)

- May I take your purse as usual, or...for the first time. (Hank Azaria)

- I don't really drink. (Gene Hackman)
- Yeah, but now is the time to pretend. (Hank Azaria)

And that's all from me for now. Tomorrow I'm going to wrap up 2004 with my own favourites this and that. Until then...good tie! (Little Britain, anyone? Dust, anyone?)

Current track: Nada.

Labels: comedy, film

Phew. After one and a half weeks of not playing The Third Age I went back a few hours ago and completed the game. Sauron wasn't too bad once I figured out a way to beat him.

So...is there anyone out there who'd like to buy the game? ;-)

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: gaming

This Christmas has been a nice one (so far). Since my parents were mainly done with all the decorating and cleaning and dusting and food making and shopping and all that by the time I got there on "little Christmas Eve", we had a very nice evening filled with...well, telly, really. There was a fair bit of slagging the singing and decorating and food making going on on telly. Fun was had by all. Finally got to see the Swedish version of Chess. Absolutely stunning.

Christmas Eve was very nice indeed; excellent food and drink all around, nice cup of coffee afterwards, then the presents (handed out by me as usual - not quite sure when it all turned and I had to do all the Father Christmas things) at around eight or nine in the evening (starting later every year), and finally chatting till past midnight. Lots of sparkly things flying about all evening and well into Christmas Day, as someone in the family had bought sparkly wrapping paper. Oh, well.

On Christmas Day I got up past noon (!) and we got around to having breakfast at around one thirty. Snow had fallen during the night (so much for a green Christmas for once) and my father had gone outside to plow the surrounding street as well as our garden (back and front). Eventually persuaded them to watch Love Actually with me (didn't have to work too hard; my mother noticed Colin Firth's name on the cover of the DVD and said "press play!"). We then went to this year's family get-together, which was very nice indeed; some of those people I hadn't seen for three or four years.

Boxing Day was spent watching films and helping my mother ordering some books from Amazon, as well as trying to out-do each other in laziness. Ended up watching three films. In the midst of everything the tragic earthquake and following tsunami in Asia caught our attention and so the rest of the evening was spent watching the news.

Got back home yesterday. The train was actually full by the time we reached Oslo. I sprang home to a highly anticipated event, indeed the highlight of this Christmas, namely a truly yummy Philip Quast appearing in this year's Midsomer Murders Christmas special (which was actually shown in Australia a few months ago). There couldn't have been a better way to celebrate Christmas than with a nice, wholesome murder and a gorgeous Aussie on telly. And to top it off, lots of Christmas specials of my favourite shows: The Vicar of Dibley, AbFab (with a brilliant Nathan Lane this year), Q.I., Dead Ringers, The Kumars at No. 42, My Family and a bit of Outtake TV (unfortunately not with Paul O'Grady any longer) as well as a one-off comedy starring lots of the current comedy stars of Britain; The Flint Street Nativity. I am overwhelmed.

AND I've got chocolate!

Current track: Howard Goodall - The theme for Q.I.

Labels: Christmas, comedy, current affairs, film, food, holiday, musicals, philip quast, TV

In just one and a half weeks we're entering our 101st year as an independent nation (in modern history, that is). This will be celebrated throughout most of 2005. Oslo's main boulevard/shopping street (named after a Swedish king, bit of a paradox there) is being refurbished, much to people's current dismay as they're stumbling across cement pipes and gravel and makeshift pavements during their Christmas shopping, but the result will be stunning, I'm sure. As we're approaching this significant celebration, one of our leading newspapers is running a feature series about the 100 most important events in Norway during this period. Today they wrote about 1905 itself, when the government made history by dismissing the Swedish king and appointing their own (imported from Denmark, our previous rulers, LOL!). There were some figures that baffled me, especially compared to today's voting. The Swedish government demanded that there would be a popular vote on the matter. 85% of those allowed to vote (i.e. men, since the women had to wait another eight years) turned up, and the count revealed that a whopping 368,208 people demanded the union to be dissolved, with only 184 votes against. That is just amazing. I wonder what it must have been like at the time. I'm picturing an immense sense of nationalism (which these days is more or less considered to be the same as racism). And to think young Norway was to be regarded as one of the most progressive, radical and humane countries in Europe back then is strange. OK, so we've still got quite a lot of that going for us, but not as distinctively as back in the earlier parts of the last century.

Actually...perhaps we shouldn't count those five years during which the Nazis took control of the country. That means we're actually just 95 years old.

Current track: Nothing, sorry.

Labels: history, Norway

During the past few months, police officers of the Oslo canine unit have been in a conflict with the governing body because of cutbacks in the amount of money they get for keeping the dogs at home when not working. Earlier today it was reported that the five police dogs in question have fallen ill due to being put in too small cages in drafty areas and for not being looked after more than a couple of hours a day. The veterinarian who came to check on them relocated the dogs immediately. The people in charge deny everything, both parties of the conflict blame the others. Both claim to love animals. Nope, don't think so. These people should not be allowed to keep any pets, and preferably not have any children either. When you're able to do this to other beings you are a danger to society. It's cruel and there is no excuse for such behaviour. There's something called "common decency" which these people clearly lack.

In other news this morning, another convicted murderer is on the loose. I wonder what on earth possessed the lawmakers to allow for any prisoner to get weekends off. I mean, for Bob's sake, what kind of a punishment is this, when you get a holiday from prison now and then? Why isn't anyone doing anything about it when it obviously doesn't work (whatever they're trying to do)? There is a fundamental wish in this country to help those that are less fortunate. In cases like these, I think perhaps (and I say this in the most sarcastical way) that the less fortunate party is the victim's family, not the murderer. The mother of the victim stated in a brief interview that this was the worst piece of news she could have got just before Christmas, and that it ruined everything now that she knew her son's murderer would be out there somewhere.

I've still got this Danish "commercial" in mind when things like these pop up. The snippet is of someone sitting in a white room, looking very much like a cell, and while the camera slowly zooms out the text on the screen says something like "Peter has been inside for four years because of an act of violence." Then you realise this Peter character is sitting in a kitchen, as the camera pans around, and the text reads "The offender is still out there somewhere."

Merry Christmas!

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: animals, current affairs, Norway

Actually, I'm going to go a bit further back in time, to the eighties. What brought this on, I hear you mumbling. Well, last night I watched this BBC programme from 1985 in which they talked about personal computers (or "micros", as they appear to have been calling them at one point in time) and mobile technology. First of all, the mobile phone they were talking about was the brand new cellular technology (ring any bells? LOL!) that had just arrived from the US. New York already had 10,000 subscribers to the network after only six months of availability. The UK was planning on making the network available to 90% of the UK mainland. :D And the phone they were showing was "without a cord, honest!" and really handy (in a suitcase kind of way). I nearly fell off my chair laughing. But the funniest part was when they talked about the BBS (bulletin board system, anyone familiar with computers from the seventies and eighties know what these were, the rest should watch Wargames, which is a brilliant contemporary film about computers - I never tire of it); BBC had its own BBS which had had so many visitors during the previous month that it had collapsed, but now they'd installed "a brand new 15 megabyte harddrive system" and everything should work like a dream.

Anyway, the computers they were talking about (and showing (off)) were one of the Spectrum (Speccy) machines (that year's bestseller), the Commodore 64 (C64) (that year's runner-up), the BBC Micro B and one of the Atari machines (the 800, I presume). I've been fiddling around with emulators ever since I realised they existed back in 199x, simply because I love all that older technology. Also, there are programs and games for these old systems that you can't find anywhere else anymore. One of my all-time favourite games is one for the C64 and is a pinball game (Magic Pinball). Due to the fact that the C64 only had a 320x200 maximum graphical mode, there was a very limited number of sprites (graphical icon or figure, basically) allowed on screen at any time. That also meant that the ball could only follow certain patterns every time, and after a short while of practice you would know exactly where to hit the ball in order for it to go where you wanted it to.

I am, however, looking for a game for the Commodore 16/Plus 4. It was a text adventure game and the only thing I remember about it was that there was a rope featured at the very beginning. I played this when I went to a summer course in England in '89 and have never seen it since (especially since I never owned one of those machines; I went straight to the Amiga 500). Doesn't really matter that much, I just find myself remembering it now and then. We stayed at a school which was closed for the summer, and they had a computer lab there with about...ooh, I'd say roughly three and a half machines. ;-) Three of us sneaked around to the other rooms and gathered power supplies (I remember scaring one of the maids that way once, as I was hiding behind a door, clutching the power supply and pretending not to be doing anything wrong) before firing up one of the Commodore 16's they had there. We didn't actually do anything with the computers, because they had very few games and we didn't really know enough English to play around with the programs (thankfully).

Another game I've played a lot is Tracksuit Manager, on the C64. It's possibly the coolest sports management sim ever, and believe me, I love the (first four, full) Championship Manager games! It's just very simple and easy to learn and it's basically about winning. I know CM has got so much more to offer in way of micromanagement, that's why I love it, but still, TM is lots of fun.

Oops, just remembered I have to watch the last two episodes of Himalaya (eith Michael Palin) tonight, before lending it to my parents over Christmas. Guess that means I've got to go.

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: computers, history, holiday, michael palin, technology, TV

The good news: The sixth Harry Potter book is completed. Yay!

The bad news: Andy Bell, Erasure's singer, is HIV positive. However, he's known this for six years and doesn't fret about it himself, so I guess I shouldn't be too worried. It's just that I remember back in '92, when I became a fan of Erasure's (has it really been twelve and a half years?), I was scanning through some of my old magazines and found a small article about Andy which said that he couldn't get life insurance because he was gay. (I didn't know he was gay until I read that, but then again I hadn't seen them live...should have guessed it if I had ;-) ) I was infuriated, but years later I realised that insurance companies really are evil through and through.

Current track: Nothing. Can't be bothered to turn on the radio. I mean, after all it's 20 cm from my right arm.

Labels: erasure, music, personal

As tonight's finals between Norway and Denmark in the European championships started, I realised I didn't recognise more than two of the players! I must have been away from the world handball for too long. I used to know every player on the Norwegian, Danish, German and Austrian teams, but this was some years ago, apparently, since they're now basically swapped with younger players. Some of the players I remember have turned to commentating instead, the rest are probably...uhmm...at home with the kids? Nah. Does this mean I'm turning older as well? ;-)

The point is: Our team beat the Danish team and that's always been what matters most. So we're the European champions again, and about time, too! It's been too long since we've won any championships...hang on...the last time must have been around the time I stopped watching handball...

Is it all my fault? Have I turned into God?

Again?

Then why didn't I win the ten million jackpot in yesterday's lottery?

I did something much more fun than winning the lottery yesterday, though. I went to the theatre! Quélle surprise! (If you've paid any attention at all, you probably knew I was going.) It was fab! And sad! And then I ended up having a terrible headache! Argh. But despite the headache and the sadness I was very happy. And yes, we may have a wee split personality problem.

Today's bout of LotR playing has left me at 89% completed, and I have been cursing a bit during some of the fights. But now that I've come this far there's no way I'm going to put the game away until I've finished the bloody thing. So the neighbours will have to live with the sound of nazgul screams and troll growls emerging from my flat for another day or so. Mwahahahahaaah.

Current track: Still got "Somebody's Taken Maria Away" on my mind.

Labels: gaming, musicals, Norway, sport, theatre

I had a feeling I would do this. Apparently, I just can't stay away from the last performance of Sound of Musvik , so I "had to" order a ticket. Might as well; won't be able to concentrate on anything else while they're on stage tonight anyway.

Is it much too easy to order tickets online?

Current track: D-12 - That's How

Labels: musicals, online shopping, theatre

What a perfect title. Three stories for you this time.

The first one is about yesterday, when I discovered that Riget (that would be the original, Danish version of Kingdom Hospital; the American one I managed to avoid and will keep on doing so - it really annoys me when Hollywood has to "fix" something that isn't broken just because they think it's tedious to read subtitles) is out on DVD. I bought the two DVDs (both series) and as soon as it was dark enough (which was at around four in the afternoon; don't move here if you're used to "normal" day and night cycles, for instance if you live in southern California) I put it on. I was supposed to watch one episode only, but I just couldn't put it away and ended up with watching the whole first series; four and a half hours of the most surreal comedy horror series ever made (David Lynch, go home! Twin Peaks was mediocre compared to this!) I'm looking forward to seeing the second series this weekend (hopefully).

The second story is from earlier today, when we went for Christmas lunch at a fancier restaurant somewhere in the smart (some would rather say "posh") area of the city. It's up in the hills and the view is stunning. Usually. Thankfully I've seen it before and could visit anytime, but the poor busload of English tourists there today must have been very disappointed when they experienced the fog being so thick they could hardly see the nearest shrubbery. I felt sorry for them because I know how extraordinary that view normally is. I also felt a bit sorry for them because they treated themselves to the Christmas buffet, and I would imagine they were a bit perplexed. We were actually discussing this among ourselves, in Norwegian, saying they'd probably think the pinnekjøtt (which means "meat on a stick" - but tastes better than it sounds) would be spareribs because it looks a lot like it:

It is, however, made from lamb and therefore wouldn't taste quite as they'd expect. Plus, the garnish is different than what you'd like with your normal spareribs. We must have said "spareribs" once too many or they thought it up themselves, either way we soon heard them saying something about "the spareribs" and so decided to stop commenting on the food from there on. They looked very pleased when they were done, though, so hopefully they didn't think it was awful.

The third story is sort of a two-part one as it actually started last week. I went to see Sound of Musvik (it IS supposed to be a jocular name, not a misprint or a weird, Norwegian way of spelling "music") for the second time last Friday and apart from the fact that it was amazing and all that, I was also directly told off by one of the actors, much to my dismay and yet, at the same time, to my amusement, for not joining in. I concur wholeheartedly, but at the time I was just too embarrassed to do anything even remotely sensible. I got back at myself tonight, as I watched the masterpiece play a third time (and, quite possibly, the last, even though I really, really, REALLY would like to go to the closing night in two days); this time I joined in big time, I even sang in public, something which I haven't done since Year Six or thereabouts. Luckily the whole audience sang, otherwise I wouldn't have. In addition, they both lost track of the plot completely and didn't seem to want to get back to it anytime soon, and I cannot stress this enough: The audience loves this kind of abruption to a comedy. In other words, don't fret if you actually forget your lines, don't run off stage crying or something, because we would most likely love you even more afterwards. The downside to tonight's performance is that it was the last I'll ever see of it. If I hadn't had all that studying thing going on these past few months I would've gone more often; I mean, I've waited for this opportunity to see the two of them working together on such a play for seven years and when it finally happens, the run is much too short and I have too much to do. The annoying bit is that I seriously feel down when I know I'll never see one particular play or show again, and there really is no reason to feel that way, as I know perfectly well it's not the end of the world, especially since I've actually seen it and won't be kicking myself for years on end for missing the entire run (did I hear someone shouting Mysteriet Myrna Vep in the back there?) - silly girl.

All in all, this last year has been supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (sorry, watched Mary Poppins the other day) theatre-wise and I've had such a jolly time I'm having trouble seeing it getting any better than this. Actually, I think I shouldn't live in a city where they've got theatres and brilliant actors...which would rule out most larger cities in the world. It gives me a headache just thinking about all the great plays I'm going to see in the future. Hopefully some of them will be my own.

Current track: Tom & Mick - Somebody's Taken Maria Away (quite fittingly, coming to think of it)

Labels: anders hatlo, Christmas, food, musicals, personal, theatre, TV

...is blowing in the wind, just like most of Norway has been doing all day. I was changing my mind about going to the store all through the day (I had the day off), and eventually went at around five. Nearly blew off the pavement, and Oslo isn't even experiencing the storm they're having on the west coast; what we're having is merely a sample.

Stayed indoors, then, and played that LotR game for hours. I think I've managed to finish 60% of the game, which is pretty good considering I'm hardly ever fascinated with a game long enough to complete it. The last one was Etherlords II and before that it was Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, both great games that just kept me wanting more every time I'd finished a battle or got new gear or gone up a level. Same thing with the one I'm playing these days; the only reason I turned it off now is that 1) I thought I should get some sleep and 2) that last battle had me knackered by the end of it so my little brain needs some rest.

Phew.

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: gaming, personal

Every year, a local politician by the name of Aslam Ahsan arranges a Christmas celebration where single people without any network may come and have Christmas dinner and gifts. During the first few years he was actually, believe it or not, threatened with being killed for his deeds. Nowadays it's much more accepted (I don't see why not; I must be missing something) - however, many people donate presents that are literally rubbish. These are clearly the lowlife of this earth. I can't believe people have got the nerve to do this; have they no shame? Don't they know what a conscience is? Bad karma, everyone.

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: current affairs, Norway

My first visitor from Iran, and how did s/he get here? By searching for animal porn. I have NOT written anything about that. By the way, typing in "seks" when looking for "sex" is not a very clever move.

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: computers

The show was, without wishing to sound like Jason Isaacs who doesn't wish to sound like a surfer (have a look at the extras on your Black Hawk Down DVD), awesome. They'd polished the routines since last I saw Sound of Musvik and it was actually even funnier this time around! Of course, our seats helped; I ended up sitting literally right next to the two actors on several occasions and was wearing biscuit crumbs for half of the first act. It is a brilliant play/musical/whatever and I know I will kick myself for not seeing it more often.

For the rest of the weekend I've been more or less stuck in front of the telly, playing The Lord of the Rings: The Third Age on PlayStation. I don't know what the fuss is all about; it's like the reviewers out there have all gone bitchy and moany. I've read reviews that have given the game 50% and reviews that have ended up on a 90%. I'm thinking the 50% people need a bit of lightening up to do. So what if it looks and feels a lot like Final Fantasy X? FFX is such a great game that another game based on that model certainly doesn't hurt. PLUS, some of the reviewers keep moaning about how strange it is that they've created new characters for the LotR universe that Tolkien never wrote about; these are stereotypical LotR fans, those that are mad because they discovered the trilogy long before it became popular - well, if it hadn't been popular there wouldn't be any films and you keep telling us how those three films rule and how there will never be any films like it and that anyone who doesn't think the films are the eighth, ninth and tenth wonders of the world must be stupid. People like that bore me; they have a one-track mind and are scared of other people. They try to be different by looking like everyone else among the LotR fans. Lack of imagination, I'd say.

The game is very good, though. ;-)

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: film, gaming, musicals, theatre

The coolest thing about this year's Nobel Peace Prize is that at this very moment I'm much closer to Oprah Winfrey and Tom Cruise than most Americans ever will be. (They're hosting tomorrow's Nobel Peace Concert.)

I'm off in a few minutes in order to have dinner and go to the theatre (Sound of Musvik again, and a bit scared about our seats) but then I'll have the whole weekend at home doing as little as possible. I've got heaps of new DVD's I'd like to watch.

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: concert, name-dropping, theatre

Saw The Incredibles yesterday, and even though I was looking forward to it I was amazed at how good it was. Really worth buying when it's released, I'm sure, and suits everyone (some of the jokes are meant for adults, some are meant for kids). It's like this year's Finding Nemo and we all know how brilliant that was.

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: film

If you look closely, you may think I actually killed this fly with a strand of my own hair.

Current track: Nothing. Watching telly.

Labels: animals

I just read the nominations for the Theatregoer Awards 2005 and discovered that four of the five of my nominees entered the shortlist. Woo-hoo! However...that probably means that others nominated them as well...and that means the actors/directors/plays in question actually deserves it and got on the list because they're so good. So, no real reason for me to be proud. Now I only have to vote. Let's see, shall I vote for the ones I actually nominated or what? :-) (Suffice to say, Philip Quast was one of them - the moment I can nominate or vote for him in anything, I will.)

But first, back to my pizza and watching Dr. Doolittle. It was funnier than I remembered. The film, that is.

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: award shows, film, philip quast, theatre

What a sad life I'm leading these days. For the past four days I have been mostly eating haggis locked up in my flat, studying for my exams coming up next week. This has resulted in my not having talked to anyone for days, and thus when I noticed a fly in my kitchen just half an hour ago, I uttered the above sentence to it. In English, of course, because it was clearly a foreign fly. I mean, all the Norwegian ones have flown somewhere warmer a long time ago. This one must have had both a faulty compass as well as a rubbish thermometre.

And it will die in my kitchen, as it most probably won't fly outside into the cold weather.

Sitting there, by the dining table (which was meant to be an interim solution when I moved in nearly three years ago), reading in poor lighting, I eventually had to admit that at least the view is rather good:



And while out there, I also found this:



It's partially melted snow, which looks just like that phoney snow they use in Hollywood films because they can't be arsed to go anywhere colder than California and do some research.

I needed to take a break from my studying now, as one of the authors was annoying me beyond belief. It seems as if the authors whose first language isn't English tend to have this inferiority complex that involves having to write as elaborately as possible. Unfortunately, this particular (Greek) author made mistake upon mistake and also couldn't decide whether she was writing British English or American English. I soon got hung up in her shifts between s/z and ou/o within the same paragraph and just had to browse through the rest of the article. I hope her work doesn't come up on the exam.

Also, all through the day, I've been taking short breaks between chapters and have got through one-third of American Beauty that way. I haven't seen it for years and so had forgotten how brilliant that film is. Such wonderful actors. Such a great script.

Current track: Nothing.

Labels: animals, film, linguistics, studies

Look out for heaps of hits from the eighties on WTFQ? Radio this week (link on the right). There will be some gems there that you had completely forgotten, as well as those you remember vividly. Take a look at the playlist and keep an eye on the updated "currently playing" on the right hand side here.

Current track: Glenn Medeiros - Nothing's Gonna Change My Love

Labels: personal, radio