its quite easy to equate it in the mecca of shopping I know as ASDA but my American / Canadian Cousins call – WALMART
I walked round the American Giant that’s landed on its cousins shores
We were looking for a new TV – I’m No good with Measurements so i’ll put it this way
80 DVD Cases long, 5 DVD Cases High
Digital (of Course) , Sky Sockets, USB and High Def Sockets
Funny thing – they were all for a particular three figure model – the Kate Moss / Naomi Campbell / Kate Upton of Televisions…with all the mod cons – Blue-ray, HD, Hi-DEF and all internet connected by the wi-fi – and bigger size than the humble Digital Flatscreen that sat in the corner of the room.
My dad was completely convinced… until I posed a little question
My little sisters brood came into the equation….
“Is it Grandson Proof ?”
The search for a replacement continues…..
UPDATE – Dad has his Telly!!!!
Its got all the mod cons he wanted – internet…On demand TV….Universal Remote…
After seeing his decision-making in the store, I’m glad he’s happy with it….
When was the last time something had me Rolling in the Aisles?
Friday Afternoon half past One – I’m sat watching a pair of Old Comic Masters at their Utmost best – Eric Sykes and Tommy Cooper (without his trademark Fez) in “The Plank”
The two comedians play two bungling workmen assigned to finish off a house build – and go looking for a plank of wood to finish the job after one of them uses their last piece for firewood.
Seems straightforward doesn’t it? But from the arrival at the timber yard to scrapes with other workmen, The plank seems to evade them…all until the end of the film
Of all the fine comic actors in the show…and the plank…who steals the show? The cat that appears throughout the film – the last scene is chaotic – pure Sykes – and you’ll see why if you watch it – I wont give away the punchline!
For those not familiar with the vessel…the t.a.r.d.i.s. is the time traveling vessel of doctor who…who travels through time and space on adventures, with his companions.
I wrote a piece where I kind of borrowed the tardis from one of its homes at mediacity uk, just across the way and picked up some eminent scientists for a cure for my ailments…and a baby mammoth to keep them safe
After I’d written it though…I came to the conclusion there was no cure and the little niggles my conditions give me are the ones that make me me….
Having a woolly mammoth for a pet would be pretty cool though…