We have a rather lovely and fancy TV. If you want technical information I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place, but it is black and shiny and has a flat screen. The picture is jolly good too and that might be because it is digital? I think. When it arrived we had a bit of bother setting it up so only have channels when the Cable is plugged in. Which is such a pity now that the Cable is not working. If we had taken the time while we had the instruction booklet to sort out the 5 major channels as well as the Cable thingummy then we wouldn’t be reduced to watching TV on a small purple portable now, would we?
Of course I did phone the Fault Department when it all went tits up at 10pm last night. Strangely enough the same thing happened last Monday at 10pm but that time it re-booted itself and merrily went on its way showing all the channels. This time it re-booted and then flickered off and on and off an on and off and … you get the picture. Well, lucky you because we didn’t.
The Fault Department appears to be somewhere in India and my contact there was charming, if a little distant. He suggested we re-boot it. It did it itself, says me. Try checking the cable is in properly. Yes, that was the first thing I thought of too. Hold on, he said. A long pause ensued while I listened to disco music. When he returned it was to say that someone would try and fix it at their end in the next 24 hours and if that doesn’t work I’ve to phone back and they’ll get someone out. So far, no joy. Looks like we’ll be huddled round the 12 incher tonight whilst hunting for those blasted instructions.