Part of it may well be that all the upheaval the rest are facing from the likes of Google, Netflix, and Facebook was dealt with by radio decades back, when FM was set loose and any man and his dog could buy a frequency, and so we ended up with more radio stations per head of population than anywhere in the world.
Some lasted, some didn't. Most got consolidated into a couple of large players who dominate the industry today.
The quintessential brilliance of it all though is only truly understood when you've hung about the place for a while like I have, and realise that what I did 38 years ago in 1982 as a 16-year-old is pretty much the same as what I do in 2020 as a 55-year-old.
Turn a microphone on and say some stuff. It engages, it infuriates, it provides insight and laughter, it challenges, it inquires. You're still in your car, kitchen, or bathroom. Radio is as portable as it ever was. You might hear this via an app.
But it's me to you at the same time each day. And you pretty much go about your day the way I've gone about my work. It hasn't really changed, and that is why radio is king of the hill.
This is not the time to blow too many individual trumpets. But in a small clue from yesterday's ratings, this programme has never seen an audience like it. What we are doing works, and it works because of the brilliance of the medium, and because of you.
And for that we celebrate, and we are truly grateful. We are grateful to be a part of it, and grateful for the continued success.