While I can’t help thinking there are surely bigger things to get angry about, I admire the devotion and passion of that formidable tour de force, the TOGs.

The TOGs – Terry’s Old Geezers and Girls – are heartbroken at the thought of Terry Wogan leaving his Radio 2 breakfast show.

A couple of decades ago, Wogan was one of those middle-of-the-road personalities gently mocked for being a bit naff, like Des O’Connor or Val Doonican. But over the years, he’s become the elder statesman of broadcasting, endearing eight million listeners with his gentle satire. It’s heartening to know that, in an age of frenzied multimedia, radio still has the power to set the nation’s agenda.

I grew up having breakfast to Radio 4’s Today programme. My mum was an ardent Radio 4 listener and wouldn’t have anything else on. Amiable Today presenter Brian Redhead had one of those lovely comforting voices I remember from childhood, along with Oliver Postgate and Roy Castle.

I never paid much attention to Today’s news content, but the soothing familiarity of the presenters, and Rabbi Lionel Blue’s oddly appealing Thought For The Day, eased me into the school day.

The idea of families sitting around a breakfast table together seems quaintly old-fashioned, now that fragmented TV breakfasts are commonplace. I can’t understand why parents let children watch TV on school mornings; the riot of primary colours and vacuous, shouty presenters is as substantial as a sugary, additive-coated breakfast cereal and can’t be the best start to a child’s day.

The radio has been a backdrop to my life. Whenever I hear the jolly theme-tune to The Archers or Chopin’s Minute Waltz, introducing panel show Just A Minute, I’m back in our steam-filled kitchen, aged ten, helping my mum lay the table for tea. Our only departure from Radio 4 was on Saturday mornings when we tuned into Ed ‘Stewpot’ Stewart’s Junior Choice on Radio 2.

As a teenager I discovered Radio 1, at that time a strange hybrid of Our Tune and John Peel, and so began the Sunday evening ritual of taping the Top 40.

Now I’m too old to care what’s No. 1, I flit between Radio 2 and Radio 4. Doing the washing-up to Front Row or Radcliffe And Maconie, snatching 20 minutes of Woman’s Hour in the car, even living in hope of discovering a Radio 4 comedy that’s actually funny – these are the simple pleasures of radio.

Here’s to the TOGs for their devotion to that.