I was dragged kicking and screaming to John Lewis today. It wasn't the journey I objected to...I love taking the number 6 to Oxford Street (no really, I mean it); it was the purpose of the excursion that I objected to so vehemently. End goal: digital TV aka Freeview. Yeuch. Who needs 40 channels when 5 do the job just fine?
Like the iPod revolution, I swore I would never, ever be converted. (I now own a little black nano which I carry with me everywhere. See Pod Person).
Anyway. The little silver box was purchased, taken home, and connected. It didn't take long; before I knew it, I was scheduling my programs and ooohing and aaahing over the selection of channels. Disgraceful. I have again lost the battle against "things I do not need to be happy". How fickle am I?
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