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.