After years of being nagged by my sister and my fiancé I have finally succumbed. Actually, it was the veiled threat that us getting married depends upon it.
Plus the free digibox and dish, and installation for £1.
I have sold my soul to the devil Rupert Murdoch.
Obviously, I'm only getting it for the intellectual channels. And the opportunity to watch Manchester United live without going down the pub.
And I need to get a new TV.
So maybe after Friday there will be a blogging go-slow.
Goddammit, I have held out for years on my proud boast that I only get four-and-a-half channels, all analogue, and not very well, being that I live in a reception blackspot. And my TV was 'refurbished' when I got it in 1995.
I don't even watch bloody TV.
I suppose I'll have to get one with a DVD player.
It is truly the work of the devil.
PS I also have to get a TV that has a depth of less than 43cm, or 17 inch. I'm sorely tempted by plasma, but, considering I don't watch TV, I'm not sure that £3,000 is the correct amount to spend...
