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This was beginning to feel almost normal. Almost. Having managed to drive across a furrowed field and down a dusty farm track, Steven had joined a road which was narrow and twisting but which, more importantly, was also pretty much empty. He found his position on the map and plotted a course. Now he was driving at something resembling a decent speed, and he was even managing to listen to the bloody radio! Okay, so it was hardly helping and he switched it off again before long, but at least it was something. Unfortunately the only people left broadcasting were those who seemed to think it was their public duty to do so, shutting themselves away in their heat-trap studios out of some misguided sense of public service or moral duty. He’d only found one BBC channel still operating, and tha
