Even more joy.

Even more joy. We have a new HD box to go with our new HD TV. We too can now watch guys picking their nose in the stands at Stamford Bridge. Well actually there’s not much in HD yet. On BBC HD there are continual repeats of a dreadful game show with contestants dressed in silver suits looking like foil wrapped chickens. They should do well in the oven: The oven of public distaste and despondency. But I’m still coming to terms with my new improved eyesight. It’s like the early days of stereo when we first discovered we had two ears. And even further back when we discovered we could see and hear outside our local vicinity by the magic of radio and television. Back then ‘they’ made programs for ‘us’, but over the subtleties of time the ‘they’ has become ‘we’, the program makers, making programs for ‘them’, ie us. The balance of power has shifted. ‘We’ will give them foil wrapped chickens in HD and ‘they’ will like it. But I’m still looking forward to what’s to come. Wonderful close-ups of gnats genitalia, or game shows where people dress up as gnats genitalia, or even oven ready gnats genitalia. Actually I’m only writing this crap to put off fixing my Mercedes front bumper ready for its MOT. It’s cold and slightly raining outside. But with the help of my trusty reading glasses I will be able to see the rusty bolts, road crap and immovable nuts in full HD. The sound of my expletives will be in stereo and the pain and misery will be mine alone. Luckily Telepain, in HD or otherwise, hasn’t been invented yet. If Eastenders is anything to go by, God help us when it is.