After a bolloxy long day in work today (13 hours of Monday shite at it’s very worst) I was really looking forward to getting home, putting the feet up and staring at the box for a couple of hours whilst supping on a couple of whiskeys. I got out the Jack Daniels, put a nice drop into a glass with some Coke and ice and turned down the lights. All I needed now was something moderately watchable so that I could go about destroying some brain cells (preferably the ones storing today’s memory) and then pass out on the couch. A small bit of mind-numbing bliss at the end of a shitty day, that’s all I ask for.

But what do I get? Absolute….shite. I don’t know exactly how many channels I can receive, but I suspect it’s close to 500. Now, you would think that with 500 or so channels there would be at least one good program being aired at prime time on a poxy Monday night. For fuck’s sake it can’t be that hard to dig up some good fucking telly shows, can it? The tripe that passes for entertainment these days makes me wonder. I could look at of show about someone taking a shit and it would be more watchable than Desperate Housewives or Lost. Trust me.

Once a year I pay a fucking scandalous TV licence fee despite the fact it’s impossible to receive over-the-air broadcasts where I live. This means I must also pay a 2nd shower of cunts (ie. Sky) to actually receive the channels I’ve already paid for. All in all, I waste over €800 a year on this shit. Not any more. I’m taking my €800 and buying myself a flight to Japan where the media executives know a thing or two about real entertainment, as you can see for yourself:

See what I mean?

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