Television
TV, telly, the box, the boob tube.

I honestly could not give a flying fuck about one piss-licking thing on there.

I only have one in the house because it got included in the sale when I bought the place, a huge ugly lump of crappy plastic and glass spoiling the lovely aesthetic of my lounge. The aerial snapped on the roof in the gales earlier this year; I point blank refused to spend a single penny on repairing something I utterly resent and had absolutely no interest in. Eventually my girlfriend caved in after 8 weeks.

The main problem is that every single thing that is broadcast is made by and for vapid, moronic, mindless cunts.
( daikoku has been on a ragga tip since, Thu 15 Oct 2009, 18:49, 1 reply)

Agreed.
It didn't always used to be that way, and on occassion there is something interesting worth watching, usually plonked on BBC4 at 3.45am, as the mindless cunts will be just going to bed, so they can afford some airtime on something a bit reasonable.

However, with the infrequence that this occurs, it's really not worth having one.

Ours broke about 2 years ago, at the time I said "Ahh well, we'll go and get a new one at the weekend."

That was 2 years ago. The only reason we have one now is that we rent a fuly funished flat - when we move from here, I won't be taking that with me, as it's not mine, and I certainly won't be wasting any money getting another.
(dchurch bah, Thu 15 Oct 2009, 19:12, closed)