I write to reassure Miss Bentley (Letters, March 26) that the Gallic sounds of FIP waft from my radio as I write.

FIP truly is a sacred station for we Brightonians, who are the only ones in the UK who can pick it up on the airwaves. The music is so chilled and spans blues, ballads, classical and street styles.

It's always a lovely surprise because it is entirely unpredictable in content.

I've been told FIP was started up as a traffic calming exercise, the French being an exhuberant nation behind the wheel of a car.

For me, apart from the lovely music, the biggest bonus lies in the fact that when the news breaks in to spoil my happy mood as I stir saucepans, grooving in the kitchen with FIP on the radio, it is read in sexy French and I barely understand it. I do not lose my vibe and, for a while, the world passes me by.

There is a coterie of FIP devotees and I'd like to make a proposition for us to join up, possibly on Whitehawk Hill where the reception is so good, and do a two-way linkup using our local musicians, poets and performers, perhaps with the help of the excellent Radio 4A.

Vive l'entente cordiale.

  • Margaret Pracy, Pankhurst Avenue, Brighton