I'm really not sure how I feel about this. I was quite happy being one of those people who didn't own a television. There is something about a television that makes one feel as if your time is being stolen away from you. I am perfectly happy to lose several hours of my life to writing or reading a book, but I find myself almost angry at the 90 minutes lost to "The Story of Light Entertainment."
On the positive side, I am now able to watch some Welsh-language programming -- what little of it there is. And EastEnders. When did Phil become so affable?
For those of you wondering, yes, I bought a TV license straight away. I'm still not sure I'm happy that I own a TV, but at least I can take comfort in knowing that I am paying my share of all the internet features I use.

It helps to ease the homesickness that the Wales side are just not quite good enough -- they remind me of the Vikings somewhat.
Curly reported he had the following conversation in a pub in the wee hours of Sunday morning:
Curly: Alright mate? Good night so far then?
Random Bloke: Yeah. Good. Just enjoying a night out before work again on Monday.
Curly: Yeah, good idea - where do you work?
RB: Cardiff Uni as a lecturer.
Curly: What subject do you lecture in? (grasp of vocab had left me)
RB: English.
Curly: You from Wales?
RB: Yeah, can't speak Welsh. Learning though.
Curly: Lessons? Or just teaching yourself?
RB: BBC website.
Curly: Oh, you know of Chris Cope then? The American who learnt Welsh over the internet?
RB: (nods very positively) Oh yeah... that guy is just legendary. What a thing to do. What a legend.
Curly: Indeed, well - off to get a taxi. See you again.
RB: Yeah. Bye.
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Television is the great time thief.
Oddly enough I had that exact same exchange at the Groveland Tap last night.
And a late thanks for the point last week. Even with Anthony's match and a plus the other day, I still feel I'm up on him.
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