Ever since I got cable TV I have found that I actually watch less TV than ever before. There are two reasons for this;
1. There are about six and a half million channels of crap to flick through.
2. I have no idea how the damn remote works.
I need a TV personal assistant, someone who sits there switching channels and stuff for me, someone who knows how to get from channel to channel without having to flick through 51 shopping networks and 19 cartoons.
I don’t control the TV anymore, and it doesn’t have any control over itself either. It just sits in the corner of my living room and I’m never sure what it’s going to do next. It’s like a robber who has taken the staff and customers of a bank hostage in a robbery that went horribly wrong. Except in this case no police negotiator is about to phone up and negotiate my safe release. We’re stuck in a channel 22 situation.
I had almost got the hang of cable when for some unknown reason the… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]