One of the very first groups that I stumbled across on the internet back in the day was uk.media.radio.archers (aka UMRA), which described itself as a group for the sort of people who might listen to the Archers. For the benefit of Nancy, The Archers is a daily, 15 minute soap opera that is, to quote the original tagline, 'an everyday story of country folk'.
I haven't listened for a while, and I've drifted away from UMRA to a certain extent (although I still keep in touch with various UMRATS through Twitter, Facebook and Livejournal - ~waves~ at Fenny, Rosie, Niles et al). Much like Al Pacino in the Godfather, just when I thought I was out tonight's special 60th anniversary double episode dragged me back in.
I still recognised the voices of Nigel, Lizzie, Ruth, David, Pat, Tony and Tom, and I followed the portentous storyline with a sense of impending doom. My Casualty-fu was in effect and I called Helen's pre-eclampsia before Amy did. We were teased with many possibilities for disaster before the final scene on the icy, windswept rooftops of Lower Loxley. In the words of Ruth - oooooh nooooh!
I'm off to iTunes to resubscribe to the podcast - Ambridge here I come!