When I was a kid my dad gave me his war surplus radio. He had been a communications officer in WWII. It was a huge metal box with a separate speaker. Inside it was full of tubes, wires and other stuff. I knew nothing about it so I turned it on, ran a wire outside for an antennae and started spinning dials and flipping switches. It kept me amused for years. Eventually I stumbled across actual broadcasts such as BBC and Radio Luxembourg. But the funniest was the English language Radio Moscow. It was filled with vignettes of happy working couples in their modern apartment living a fulfilling life in the Soviet Union. The stuff was risible to even a child in the 1950's...