What does one say about British Television? Sorry, Scottish television - my bad. Sam and I have been shopping for a “traditional” television for the last few days. Now one would think that a traditional TV means one that was made in the 50s. This is not the case over here: traditional means, instead, a television that is more than about 2 or 3 years old. They are all LCD mad over here and if you own a traditional TV, you are the most extreme form of loser. We are that extreme form of l.

We popped down the local electronics store and bought one for a reasonable price today from a nice chap in a cardigan named Philip. He did us proud and only slightly ripped us off. This is good because we were growing mighty tired of watching DVD’s on my 12-inch laptop screen every night.

So we have a TV and when the weather’s good, which never happens here, we can get 5 channels. When the weather is bad, we get maybe two. Right now we’re watching a program on obscure island life in Northern Scotland. Though some of you were probably wondering how “curry night” goes over in the only pub on a lonely northern wind swept island, we are not really that interested. Trust me, we’re huge fans of the obscure and boring British TV, so if we don’t like it, it isn’t interesting. Surely, it beats a program on cheese, but not by much. Penny is asleep with the occasional low grumble to let us know that she misses animal planet and her higher standard of living in the States.

Sam and I are ecstatically grateful, even for our show on Curry Night, to have a TV because the flat was getting a little quiet. There’s only so many hands of gin you can play before you want to consume your cards, on the rocks and nightly, to avoid the monotony of life without technological mind-numbery. We got our interweb hookup today so we’re officially back in business and able to post things. Thanks for being patient. We’ll be up with photos soon.

Sweeet - there’s now a program on Kenyan Elephants. I gotta go.

Cheers,

Ian