At approximately 3.0 am our – already damaged as the result of a past illicit pigeon-shagging incident – decided that it would rather jump than wait to be pushed. We awoke to the eerie sound of stressed metal screaming as it threw itself off the chimney stack and into the gutter.
Or rather into the guttering.
I guess the fact that we’ve already been watching cable for the last 3 years so have no need to upgrade was little comfort. It knew its days of snowstorm TV reception were numbered. Better by far to descend earthwards in a last self-actualizing bid for glory.
When the rag-and-bone man comes next week the sound of his rusty hunting horn will be a fitting tribute to past services rendered.
Goodbye old friend. We salute you.
Now what’s on Sky One tonight?