As the analogue signal gets switched off, an affectionate tribute - to the tune of 'Caravans' sung by Barbara Dickson:
The early light is breaking
Ceefax page 101 is waiting
And I think I'm gonna break away
And follow where the birds are mating
I need some time, I need to live
But the page is slowly turning
And the dayglow colours are burning my eyes
CHORUS :
Analogue, oh my soul is on the run
Overland, I am flying
Analogue, disappeared into the sun
Oh I don't know where I'm going
But I'm going
Wish I had the wisdom
To find how to hold this page
The things that mean a lot to you
Don't always seem to mean a lot to me
I need to grieve, I need to leave
Before the remote batteries die
I may be on my own
But I'll be free to fly
CHORUS :
Analogue, oh my soul is on the run
Overland, I am flying
Analogue, disappeared into the sun
Oh I don't know where I'm going
But I'm going