Sun surf and shit TV. Yep that seems to be the case, but what I am not sure about is, why is it necessary to rub our noses in it, by running ads on a loop, about what is coming sometime in fucking February.
I reckon we could all just slide into the banal line up, the repeats, the return of some truly bad, never was any good, stuff, if we weren't constantly being reminded that this lot is indeed second rate crap and that good stuff is just around the corner. Now I am not gonna pretend that I am all that excited about the prospect of perving on the B celebs in the jungle or the herd of strangers getting married to other strangers, but it probably sounds better than the holiday shite houseness.
In preparation for this drought, we have been madly recording stuff sometimes for months, on our little Optus box thing.
Nah, I don't know how this works. It is just a little bit of modern day magic to me.
But here's the rub. The machine has become outdated. Yep it is the cassette player of Tellie boxes and we are getting messages that we should get the new one. And that'd be good cos this old one is a bit fucked. The recordings are all too often a bit out of sync, and the programmes are sometimes cut short and the sound is a bit shit and the remote has sticky buttons not caused by jammy fingers or spilled beer. Yeh sometimes I think something is going to be entertaining, only to find that it is all pixilated or wonky. There are far too many BUGGER IT moments.
At the moment, although I am not at all sure I believe it, Optus is saying that they will happily send us a new one free of charge.
But the trouble is, is that the offer runs out NOW, and if we take the new one, then all the shit we have recorded on the grand daddy will be lost, and then we are left with shit summer shows and no choices.
So damned if we do and damned if we don't.
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