Since we gave up watching just about everything on TV, especially the woke BBC rubbish, we've been looking around for alternatives!
Now nobody likes an evening by the fireside with a good book and a tincture better than The O'Blenes, but times have changed since our old VHS machine stopped working, - well, it didn't actually stop, it's just that there are so many cables to connect it all at the back of the set, that we needed a building loan to extend the lounge, so we had to move into the 21st century!
So now, on our third DVD player (the most recent is subject to a dispute with LG, who are not our favourite friends at the moment), and on good advice from a Daught, who is exceedingly clued up on all matters IT, we invested 30 splonders on a Chromecast chip for the TV.
Wow! What a difference it all makes! From the comfort of the very same armchair, armed with an Ipad and a JRT beside, the whole free world is at one's fingertips, and the sky's the limit - (to mox mitafers)!
Flicking through old faves with great comedians like Rik Mayall and Ade Edmondson, one realises that we really don't need very much more, except perhaps a few real DVDs which is understandable, as the production will be exceptional, but whooa, this is all so new and easy!
And the song at the top?
Well, after an hour or so of hilarious clips, I just mentioned to Mrs O'Blene that she could even hear the first record I ever played to her, nearly fifty years ago! And it was ever thus!
6 comments:
There is so much out there, the BBC is beginning to seem like heritage television. Maybe the National Trust should take it on.
AKH, in your dreams! If they can remove a little-known but well-revered building called Cockersand Abbey from their at-risk register and can't even find any funding to do a more in-depth survey using the latest LIDAR and other necessary explorative equipment, I don't hold out a lot of hope for that. Bring be back to a time when I had to keep getting out of bed to re-tune the radio back to Radio Luxembourg via turning a brown Bakelite knob. It was a joy to hear the latest hits along with the never-ending interruptions from a certain Horace Batchelor from Keynsham. That was real radio because you might just tune into something from Hilversum or another one where you just heard a lot of static and then something that might have been from someone calling from outer space!
It looks like they'll lose their tax funds soon, Mr H, so we'll all be better off!
The National Trust is a good idea, but I'll never fund The Forestry Commission, they charge people at Bedgebury just to go and see the trees!
I never, ever heard anything from Hilversum, GG, and I'm a lot closer to them than you are!
But Jack Jackson on Lux was an absolute must for Sunday evenings...
Bring Radio Caroline back! My teenage years wouldn't have been the same without listening to all the deejays on board via a little Phillip's pink and white radio I got for my birthday.
Oh yesssss, GG!
It was the only place to go after Radio London packed up - with Paul Kaye playing 'A day in the life' then silence...
Radio Caroline had some great DJs after that too! I once met Robbie Dale on Hastings pier at a concert by 'The Move', and he was a nice enough chap too!
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