In the small hours last night I suddenly remembered that my, er, (*inwardly cringes*) BFS-nominated story "Cone Zero
" features a Numbers Station with a v. sinister twist. I guess I must've summoned that up out of my own childhood radio-listening days.
There's no mystery on DAB, etc. No static , no hiss. It's crap. A thousand different local trebly-sounding radio-stations all playing the same shitty mix of 80's Oldies and Cheryl Cole.
You can still buy it here.
"Cone Zero", not
Apologies for the blatant self-promotion, but if I don't do it, then...well, you know
. Got to at least make some pretense at making a living out of this!
Ah, fuck it: back catalogue here
in the "books by" section.