…for what some of you might regard as an aural assault.
I don’t watch much television. I might, if there were more of what I deem watchable programmes. But most of the stuff foisted on viewers here is just a load of cra – recycled rubbish. Taking the re-use ethic a little too far, I’d say!
And the commercial channels run more advertisements than films! But, mostly, I watch “Aunty” ( the Australian Broadcasting Corporation). They don’t run ads. Oh no? Oh, yes! True, these ads are station promos, but, c’mon, Aunty! Just because we do not have to pay licence fees does not mean you can run your promos for minutes at a stretch.
Where was I…? Oh, yes…needing to know some local news I switched on a local channel and counted 3 (that’s THREE) advertisements in a 20 minutes segment for some fab. ab. trainer. Apparently, according to the lithe, body-oiled, collagened woman presenting it, this piece of equipment will (not “can” but “will”) address all those core muscles that the various sit-up and cycling and rowing machines do not. And if viewers doubt this promise they can order the instrument of torture said machine immediately at a discount. That’s how confident its makers are! Or some such twaddle.
Personally, I think you’d be better off and certainly no poorer if you simply rummaged around in the attic for your old hula hoops…
I think most of the readers here know that I show exemplary taste in art. None of your ripped-out-of-the- Sunday-supplement-and -blu-tacked-to-the-fridge pictures. And,no, I don’t mean my own feeble scratchings.
My very talented friend, Andrea, recently had a clear-out of her cyber-garage. By a stroke of good luck I was on-line when her post went up (out?) and I bought two of her drawings from the “Celtic Calendar” series. Yesterday, I had them double- matted and they sit against the wall, just waiting for The Man to help me hang them.
I have also (finally!) framed a print I bought from another blogger whose iconic New York water towers just cried out to hang on my wall.
And Amanda, one of the swap group drew my name from her cyber-hat in a give away. This lovely print (sorry, but you have to see the real thing to appreciate its delicacy) will be going into this frame, but I need to get a new mat cut for it.
And, while we’re hanging new pictures I think we’ll move some around. Do you know, I still have some prints packed away in a box? No, of course you don’t know! But it’s high time they came out for an airing. Just as well we have a 3 day weekend coming up!
All this picture-shifting has come about as a result of our hanging new curtain poles. The original tracks were rusty, dusty and ‘way beyond their life span. As were the curtains. Now, for myself, I’d not bother with curtains. Damn’ dust collectors, if you ask me! But not worth an argument. So, while the old screw holes were being patched-and-painted, we fixed a couple of other marks. Ooh! Don’t you just love blank wall space? Well, maybe not so much if your mate is an Uncle Podger