Life for Lola

Television: I sat down last night, fully prepared to watch a night of tv as the ladyfriend and I had been let off from work early (as it's Christmas). We got out the paper to see what was on and my God it was a sorry selection. How depressing to think the only good thing on tv was the little snowflake children between the programmes on BBC1. I'd had enough after Emmerdale Farm. I caught a snippet of some blonde harpy with a lisp doing up some community centre and that was it, I was off. I took to my bed with the Sunday supplements.

I am beginning to wonder if the head of light entertainment (light? almost non-existent) has not started some plot to get us all to subscribe to digital tv and must I say that word SKY. Trouble is the two places I live in can not receive digital. It's one of those post code lottery things you hear about. Eastbourne can't have it because it will upset the reception for Northern France. High Wycombe isn't the kind of place the BBC will bother with for sometime - intelligent broadcasting being lost on the inhabitants.

I'm beginning to wonder though what will happen when it all switches over, I reckon it will effect the price of houses, it will be like couples wanting good catchment areas for schools. It will be like those remote Welsh communities, in 2053 there will be a bit at the end of the news - "...and finally, High Wycombe's transgender Mayor has just switched on the first digital box in the area to watch Fawlty Towers"