Sky TV

A quick note about Sky TV.

I got a letter yesterday. The price is going up by £4 a month. This takes the price to nearly £70 a month.

I could get rid, but I like the sports channels. I can’t have these without all the other shite on there I don’t watch, and if I get rid of Sports, they’ll charge me an extra tenner for the rewind/record/pause function – Sky+, which I like.

In other words, I either lose all my recordings, or live with it. I can’t get Virgin Media, and from what I hear they’re a bit rubbish anyway. I believe it’s what’s called having me ‘over a barrel’.

I hope Wayne Rooney enjoys my extra money – I’m sure that’s where the increase has gone, to pay for the new football deal – because Rooney is so poor already. He might even get free Sky for all I know.

Right now, I’ve got Sky on, and it’s playing adverts. I’m paying to have people sell me stuff. It’s ridiculous.

Robbing bastards.

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Anne Kirkbride – a poem

Anne Kirkbride

Has died.

She leaves a gap as wide

As the Pacific Ocean,

and I have a notion

that there is no potion

That can bring her back to The Street

Where we could meet

And maybe share a meat

and potato pie.

But we can’t, and I know why;

because Anne did die.

Music channels

Mrs B is currently flicking through the music channels on our Sky box.

I’ll be brief. Save yourself the misery. It’s all crap. In fact, right now it seems to have got stuck on some video by an old boy band I’ve been lucky enough to forget over the years.

If it were up to me, I’d bin the telly. But, Mrs B likes it, and I’d miss the sports channels. Much better; take out a Spotify subscription, or buy a radio.

Who’s this cack. Backstreet boys? Who? Utter dross. I’m off for a bath.

Don’t believe the hype

A few observations about the latest overdose of saccharin from John Lewis.

That kid is way too old to be playing with stuffed toys. You’re never too old to own stuffed toys, but there comes an age when you need to move on to grown-up toys. At least they are toys, I suppose, because allowing penguins to be kept as pets is just wrong.

In addition, showing Christmas adverts at the start of November is ridiculous. The only reason that Christmas is now 1/6th of the entire year, is because the dream of a perfect Christmas that John Lewis are trying to sell you in this advert requires ridiculous amounts of money. Big retail owners don’t care about you having the perfect old fashioned Christmas. They care about how much money is in the till at closing time on December 24th, so they need to give you plenty of time to ensure you fall for the schmaltz and the hype, because clearly Christmas will be ruined if you don’t fill the house with crap toys for the kids, trees, decorations, lights, cake, yule log, pudding, Christmas dinner, sherry for Grandma, etc etc ad infinitum.

It’s dross. Stop falling for it!