Our television broke yesterday. I have ordered another one, which will be delivered next Friday. In the meantime my brother went into an old cupboard (as a family we never throw anything away) and eventually produced a small black and white analog television. The cream plastic had gone yellow, and as you can see it is very grubby. We calculated that it must be at least thirty-five years old. We plugged it in and incredibly it worked.
Watching the fuzzy monochrome picture is like looking into the past - even the current news takes on the tinge of the 1970s. And the choice of only four channels was strangely liberating. Choice is not always good, and too much choice can be debilitating and stressful.
My other brother (lives in Norfolk) has a mega-TV. Recently he upgraded to the full Sky HD package, but has found (to his annoyance) that you can't switch channels when the adverts come on (the adverts follow you, sound and everything, in a small box in the top right corner). And I thought: that sounds like the Murdoch evil empire.
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