Tuesday, April 18, 2006

My Telly Blew Up Last Night

No, honest, it did. There I was watching 1973, the Rock and Roll Years, on Sky+ from last week or thereabouts, and Bryan Ferry is singing In Every Home A Heartache, which was quite prescient of him bearing in mind the dickhead his son turned out to be, and the f..king thing goes bang and smoke starts pouring out. I did not think they (ie TVs) were supposed to do that anymore. I thought they were supposed to quietly expire and then take themselves down to the recycling centre or whatever and be gently made into plastic pots and Dell computers. But no, this one went out with a, er, bang. And smoke. Now I have to buy a new one. Bastard capitalists.

8 comments:

barbara worth said...

Gran

I expect it's in league with your iPod.

stalin's gran said...

Barbara - that is a horrible thought. But only proves, as I suspected, that the whole world is against me.

bleakspouse said...

I don't know about the world, but I am.

leflange said...

Me too.

marrow-from-harrow said...

I don't like you either. Uh.

stalin's gran said...

Now now children. Play nice. Or I will shoot you.

middle class wanker said...

Aren't you dead yet, you horrid little oik?

stalin's gran said...

Well, obviously not. Why you would want to describe yourself so accurately I fail to fathom....