The Bells Have Made Me Deaf

Last night I had just turned the tv on when the phone rang. It was one of those ‘how do I install my modem?’ calls, so I knew I was going to be there for a while and stuck the kettle on. Tea all brewed and something sweet from the cupboard to make it less wet, I settled down to do the step by step guide for elderly parents. After several attempts I deduced that in fact the wrong disk was being employed and was listening to some very intense rummaging going on at the other end to find the proper CD, when I noticed Big Brother starting on tv. At this point I generally switch off and this time would have been no different but for the fact that the correct CD was found and so I decided to find the remote later and endure the first few viewing minutes of pretending to be a fly on a wall in the kingdom of inane drivel. Correct CD makes all the difference when it comes to getting things to work. From that point on it was plain sailing and I was soon to be released from the conversation to find the remote and zap Ch 4’s screeching giggling girlie party with what I can only assume to be twins in matching pink polka dots, bouncing off the furniture and a lot of affected screaming going on. Yes I’d rather watch paint drying. I never did get it, why people want to spend their time watching the most mundane crap with even more uninteresting commentary in what seems to be a wannabe Geordie accent. I fear for the nation’s sanity.

Posted on Friday, June 1st, 2007 at 10:28 am.
Tags: Daily Life.
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