Admittedly, not everyone will be interested in this, but I found this story charming. It's from Ireland, where a once radio-obsessed teen remembers how he and his friends started a pirate station, going so far as to rent a dingy room in the back of a store and set up a studio there. 

He recalls how they raised the antenna, ingeniously tested how far the signal would go and even more creatively, managed to take requests in those pre-Internet days by using a single nearby phone booth. 

His close encounter with radio didn't last long - only a single summer. But it obviously made an impression - the main subject is now the manager of a radio station in Dublin. 

The removal of a phone booth dislodges a piece of pirate-radio history