Well then why all the hostility Cor? The last time I vented my spleen on anything was decades ago when I built an FM stereo receiver from the chassis up using circuit schematics in the RCA Receiving Tube Manual. Since I like to tinker with things I did several modifications carefully documenting everything as I went along. Then after the last one the radio stopped working, one of those frustrating things where every circuit works perfectly but the unit doesn't. I backtracked to the last working stage several times with no luck, the receiver ended its sordid life as a mark on the cement basement shop wall.

We have something in common Cor, you borrowed that classic line from the 1976 movie Network, only I originated it and should have copyrighted it so I could get royalty payments. It was around 1968 or 9 when my 100W pirate AM station was the anchor for a small pirate network and we did guest DJ spots on each other's stations. I was guesting a record request call in show at our 40W FM affiliate and after a while got really annoyed at every other call requesting the same song. I pretended to throw a fit banging the mic around a bit, tossing the headphones down, getting up and shouting that classic line adding a threat to switch the transmitter off if one more caller requested that song. Naturally as expected the next caller called my bluff and I shut the transmitter off. The other guys were laughing hysterically by this time, a few minutes later we all calmed down and I switched the transmitter back on. To be a real snot I put that record on, then switched the turntable off letting it coast to a stop, and I spun the disc backward with my finger. That did the trick, I put the fear of RADIO GOD in them. (;->)