I've come home from work. The Shah is at home (unusually). He is opening the accumulated post that has been gathering dust in the hall for ever.
And shouting at it.
A Building Society statement? 'Bastards!' A renewal of his subscription to The Economist? 'Fuckrrs!' Two identical letters from Her Majesty's Revenue & Customs? '*&^%£$@*!'
There is also the biggest television I have ever seen in my life sitting on the kitchen floor. What looks like a stand for said TV is beside it. It is clearly not a new TV - it is a bit dusty. WTF?
I follow the sound of cursing and come upon the Shah, red-faced and harrumphing. He waves some sort of bill at me and, all of a sudden, his facial expression changes to one of an idiot savant. He offers me a toothy smile and whines "Secretary?" with a ghastly, ingratiating smirk across his chops. I make a dash out of the room before I can be trapped into this nightmare. I mean WTF x 2? Does he now expect me to deal with all his mail like a feckin' Secretary while he is cutting a swathe through the Midlands all week? Er, yes he does. As if.
A little later, I ask about the TV. "Oh yes, that!" he says as if it is something of such minuscule consequence that he had quite forgotten all about it. Adrian's moving house and he doesn't want it, so he's given it to us."
This is undoubtedly a generous gesture. However, I'm sure there are certain Health & Safety recommendations regarding how far away you should sit from monster tellies and, in Crap Cottage, I think we may end up having to sit in the garden just to view the damn thing safely.
Needless to say, TD is delighted, declares the whole thing "sick" and demands that the Shah give up shouting at the mail and set it up for her. This he does with some alacrity because he too is v. excited by giant tellies as only a boy can be. It is massive - 50". Mind you, even I have to admit that the picture is amazing (HD or some other term I have no comprehension of) but that Sue Barker's wrinkles are much worse than I thought. We sit and watch a programme on ancient buildings or something similar for a while. This allows the Shah to indulge his passion for Malapropisms.
A shot of an ornate coffin fills the screen. "Oh look," says the Shah with great excitement. "There's an oesophagus..."
FML.
And shouting at it.
A Building Society statement? 'Bastards!' A renewal of his subscription to The Economist? 'Fuckrrs!' Two identical letters from Her Majesty's Revenue & Customs? '*&^%£$@*!'
There is also the biggest television I have ever seen in my life sitting on the kitchen floor. What looks like a stand for said TV is beside it. It is clearly not a new TV - it is a bit dusty. WTF?
I follow the sound of cursing and come upon the Shah, red-faced and harrumphing. He waves some sort of bill at me and, all of a sudden, his facial expression changes to one of an idiot savant. He offers me a toothy smile and whines "Secretary?" with a ghastly, ingratiating smirk across his chops. I make a dash out of the room before I can be trapped into this nightmare. I mean WTF x 2? Does he now expect me to deal with all his mail like a feckin' Secretary while he is cutting a swathe through the Midlands all week? Er, yes he does. As if.
A little later, I ask about the TV. "Oh yes, that!" he says as if it is something of such minuscule consequence that he had quite forgotten all about it. Adrian's moving house and he doesn't want it, so he's given it to us."
This is undoubtedly a generous gesture. However, I'm sure there are certain Health & Safety recommendations regarding how far away you should sit from monster tellies and, in Crap Cottage, I think we may end up having to sit in the garden just to view the damn thing safely.
Needless to say, TD is delighted, declares the whole thing "sick" and demands that the Shah give up shouting at the mail and set it up for her. This he does with some alacrity because he too is v. excited by giant tellies as only a boy can be. It is massive - 50". Mind you, even I have to admit that the picture is amazing (HD or some other term I have no comprehension of) but that Sue Barker's wrinkles are much worse than I thought. We sit and watch a programme on ancient buildings or something similar for a while. This allows the Shah to indulge his passion for Malapropisms.
A shot of an ornate coffin fills the screen. "Oh look," says the Shah with great excitement. "There's an oesophagus..."
FML.
My children are mortally ashamed of our telly as it's around 9 years old and normal sized ! Another thing to phone Childline about
ReplyDeleteDo yours threaten you with Childline as well? Mine started that lark at an embarrassingly early age! Never mind, if they stand in your garden and face our direction, they'll probably be able to spot it. In fact, I've heard it can be seen from space - much like the Great Wall...
ReplyDeleteWARNING! WARNING! Do NOT watch Wayne Rooney in HD.....
ReplyDeleteUgh - OMG I never thought of that! We are so pathetically under-served by giant TVs (according to our children anyway) that I don't think I've ever watched anything in HD yet...
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