Saturday, 29th December 2007
I LOVE TV: especially anything American, ideally “Hogan Knows Best” or anything else produced by MTV. And NOW, I shall be able to admire and worship at the cathode altar in pin-sharp, digital crikeyvision thanks to Wife’s most EXCELLENT Christmas present to me of a brand new flat screen television.
It was installed in the traditional manner (me doing about two thirds of it, then losing my temper in the most SPECTACULAR way, swearing and saying “The fucking thing’s bust. Typical. Brand new and it’s broken!”. before Wife swans in, flicks two switches and has the whole thing purring like a Siamese pleasuring itself with a deluxe feline vibrator.
I christened it with a celebratory viewing of Fiona Shaw in “Hedda Gabler” (which I had previously imagined had been so degraded by its transfer from VHS to DVD that it was barely worth viewing – but NO, turns out it was my shit previous TV) and “The Simpsons Movie”, and it is very unlikely that I shall manage to flop my arse off the bed and do anything other than stare at its beauty in silent admiration for the rest of the break.
