walking round in circles, holding up the sky
falling amongst thieves, laughing till I cry
It seems a long time ago now but about five years ago I broke my shoulder in two places. That's two breaks on my shoulder, I don't mean I carelessly broke it in Austria and then again when I got back to Blighty. Yes, an argument with a small hump in the snow lead me to falling rather spectacularly in front of a beginner's group of skiers the very first time they were being brought down a "blue run", which was probably quite disconcerting for them. They all managed to get down unscathed unlike the trip organiser, yours truly.
Anyway, whilst sitting around at home with a (possible) month off but unable to do much but watch tv, I decided that I was fed up with the appalling service the East Coast was getting from the various broadcasters. Freeserve, or whatever it was called, wasn't an option then (still isn't). The only way, it seemed, to get a fairly decent reception was to get a satellite dish. So, we had to take Murdoch's shilling.
We'd been looking into it and noticed that there was an offer for about £70 to have it all fitted etc. So, one day sitting watching some awful daytime rubbish as though through a snow storm, I called Sky. Interestingly, when I phoned them they told me that it would be fitted free. Free? Blimey.
A few days later the men arrived. Now, gentle readers, some of you may be aware that I live in a three story town house with a gap of about a rizla paper between our house and next door's. "Sorry, mate, we can't get the cable over the house. We'll have to get the heavy mob in."
Ah, here we go . . . the catch. "So, er, how much is this going to cost?" I enquired fearing the worst.
"Oh no, it won't cost any more because it's our problem. See you next week." Off they went. No such thing as a free lunch, I thought. Bound to be a wind-up.
Anyhow, the following week they came back with the "heavy mob" - or three men with a longer ladder as I perceived it. And it was all fitted and off they went and I spent the last week in my incapacitated state watching Sky - lovely pictrure blah, blah, blah. Except it was Sky. Murdoch and all that. We've put enough money his way with even the basic monthly package we have.
I've always been uncomfortable about it and especially recently with all the News of the World shennanigans going on. So, a change was needed. Not being one to do things in too much of a hurry (my motto is why put off until tomorrow what you could put off until the next day?) I finally got around to contacting our local tv chappie. He came round today to fit our spanking new Freesat+ box in (plus new satellite dish and double cable etc) and so, we have finally shed our allegiance to Murdoch's insidious empire. Mrs D is watching Strictly Come Dancing and we're now able to record programmes and series if we want to - don't ask about dvd recording. It's a long sad story. By now you'll have guessed that me a digital things are only on nodding terms. Still, it all seems okay. Nice clear pictures and the smug feeling that RM isn't going to get any more money from me.