Last night, a beloved household member of eight years standing passed away after a brief illness.  The symptoms came on suddenly and it was clear that it was going to be terminal but we carried on as if nothing had happened.  Then, as the face began looking pallid and ghost-like, there were only hours left.  Finally, at 10.25pm on Thursday 8th January, my television coughed and died.
I need a new one – how else can I play Wii games and justify the £48pcm that Sky charge?  However, I want a leviathan machine, not some piddly little piece of crap.  With any luck, I’ll have £600 next month to splash out on one, assuming I’m not fired next week.