Paul and I have spent the last two weeks living in Dawn and Bobby’s house in Earlsfield. Not as weird as it sounds. They were away on holiday and needed someone to keep an eye on their beloved feline companion, Boo. See below.
While Boo mostly ignored me unless I actually had her food bowl in my hand, she instantly fell head over heels in love with Paul and him with her. Any opportunity she got she draped her little ginger body over him, followed him around and ground her little face into his beard and since Paul has never had any pets, I think it was a particularly special connection for him.
I had a slightly different focus though. We have been living in a house where our primary TV in our lounge is about 20 years old and has an illustrious history. My former house mate, Justin, bought it second hand off Gumtree when he first moved to London, about seven years ago, taking it from house to house until Astonville Street where we lived together. When he moved out he graciously left behind the 40-ish inch, pre-flatscreen, 20kg TV beast for us and the legacy remained until I eventually brought it to Hartfield Road with me. Along with Dawn’s old off-cast Freeview box, I thought we had our entertainment made.
That was until I experienced Dawn and Bobby’s 46-inch, HD ready flat-screen plugged into a Sky+ HD box… we’re talking crystal clarity, the option to record multiple things at one, goodness knows how many channels, live pause and series linking.
Two days… it took me two days before I quietly suggested to Paul that we might also need to have Sky, Sky+ in particular. He took little convincing especially when we discovered a brilliant deal on a Sky+ box, the catch being that the free box was a HD box… and you just can’t have a HD box if you don’t have a HD TV, can you?
So tonight I am watching Masterchef on my new 32-inch LED HD ready TV (on special of course and thank goodness our lounge is too small for a 46-inch monster) with several things Sky+-ing away in the background. Do I regret it? Not for one fucking minute although I don’t believe it has done anything for my patience as I now have almost no tolerance for anything where I can’t fast forward the adverts. How quickly one gets used to such luxury…
And what happened to Justin’s old TV? Well I couldn’t let the old monster go to waste so I put it on Gumtree, where it came from and it was picked up, this time for free, by a young Scottish gentleman who, according to Paul, seemed very pleased with his new “entertainment system”. The legacy lives on…