Posted by sean on April 3, 2014 at 9:33 pm in Geek Stuff with No Comments

My trustworthy, loyal television is dying. It is a little sad to watch it deteriorating. If it was a human, it would be soiling its underwear and losing its memory. If it was a dog, it would be put to sleep. It isn’t a human and it isn’t a dog. It is, however, my friend. Well, kind of. I have spent a lot of time with it over the years. Currently, I have a battle every time I want to watch something, having to turn it on and off half a dozen times before it finally works. This evening, things took a turn for the worse. The picture has gone dark. It is a bit like everything I am watching is set within Wookey Hole Caves.

I think it may only be a matter of time before a trip to the tip has to be made. Luckily, I have a ready-purchased , young, flash replacement upstairs. This was originally bought to play the PlayStation on, but it now appears it’ll be the main TV. Yes, it may be a better model, but I have kind of fallen in love with this old bird and I’ll have a tear in my eye when it’s taken to telly heaven.

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