Our hero talks about visiting London. Three friggin’ days to get there? It took me three hours on the old Concorde, but still only takes six hours on a Virgin Atlantic plane. He must have done the slow boat deal.
Then he talks about frozen pizza there vs. here . . . and about his being cut off from television for six months. If the pizza’s bad, and you can’t watch tv, then go out for curry and a movie, dumbass! Also, an AC plug adapter kit for the entire world can be purchased from any Radio Shack for about $30.
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Ok, I know this is an odd thing to get mad with this moron over, but fuck him for that last bit – freedom of television my arse!
People pay a licence fee and that funds the BBC. Simple as fucking that. It isn’t a tyrannical thing, just a way to fund an old and, even if it has fallen low of what it once was, still a noble form of broadcasting.
The BBC irritates me, but only as it copies comercial television more and more.
So fuck you! Want a television, you fucking pay, but if you get hurt just go on the NHS for free, cocksucker. It balances out.
I wonder if Nicky was really in London. If I had nothing to do in London come evening time, it’d be curry and the pub.
The worst thing in the world that anyone can ever do to Nicky is cut off his television viewing. He complained about that several times in An Eye in Shadows.
Paying an annual license fee for the telly there is no different than it would be for Uncle Sam to bill each of us, say, $10 a year to support PBS. The difference is that there is no national PBS, so each local station goes on fund drives a few times a year.
I probably haven’t watched PBS in over 20 years, given 80+ channel selections that I do pay for, via cable, and I only watch maybe six of them. PBS is noble, has intelligent programming, but I can watch the same thing on A&E, History Channel, or whatnot, so . . . fuck PBS.
We also pay a national TV fee to support our national non-commercial channels (about a handful, depends on if you’ve gone digital or not, so… 5 – 12 [we’re phasing out the non-digital currently] channels), which gives us quality programming, documentaries, arts, educational and unbiased news which are guaranteed to be of high quality. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’d rather pay a small fee to the government annually to ensure that we have at least half a dozen of channels dedicated to broadcasting actually *good* programs than having *every* channel send reruns of Baywatch five time a day. You can only take so much of Pamela Andersons boobs bouncing up and down (not that I’ve got anything against boobs, mind you) before you want to watch a solid documentary on *anything else* whatsoever.
I see nothing at all wrong with paying a license fee for tv.
However, I have not owned a tv in over ten years and have no interest in getting one.
I don’t think he is talking about London, UK. There is a London, Ontario, and he talked about visiting Canada. Do Canadians pay a licensing fee?
Oops, he mentions crossing the Atlantic, so he meant London, UK. All he had was frozen pizza?
apparently that is all he knew how to eat. That’s a shame because I hear there is some really good vindaloo in London.
Um. A little bit of Fry and Laurie. Dr. Who. Blake 7. Garth Marenghi. Wooster and Jeeves. Monty Python. The Office. Pop Idol. and so on and so on and so on. Yep. British TV is *so* lame. What a wasteland! Um. How many shows have we Americans copied from across the Atlantic over the years now?
Oh, and there was this AWESOME polish Restuarant in the Shepherd’s Bush part of London. Hope it’s still there. Once, I could have swore I saw Salman Rushdie there….
Don’t forget Are You Being Served?
It comes on at 8 pm Saturdays here, and I’ve grown rather fond of it the past couple of months (actually I’m finally doing without cable/satellite for the first time in over 15 years, and that’s one of the few shows I’ll actually miss).
Just had a look at London in July in 1991.
I’m surprised Nicky didn’t try to tie in the first gulf war, or the fact the IRA had bombed Downing Street earlier that year. I’m surprised he dared to fly over!
Great little tidbit though. There’s a strong suggestion Osama Bin Laden was in London in July 1991. Make of that what you will. 😉
Oh, and for someone who’s so dark you’d think he would visit the Tower of London, or even the House of Horrors in Madame Tussades.
He’s more dork than dark.
Dark, or just plain dim?
Dim or dense?
Dense or dull?
Dull or dunce?
Dunce or dickhead?
Daft, dim-witted dullard denotes derision during delusional declarations, deepening dutifully directed disgust.
Today’s Rusty’s Road has been brought to you with the letter D, the number 0, and the magic word, suck.
(I’m restless) 😀
daft, dumb and dull. Or to quote Basil Fawlty about his customer, Mrs. Richards, “Deaf, mad and blind.”
Deaf to his critics, mad as a hatter and blind to his own incompetnce.
He is the one who is dorker than dark.
Hey now, on behalf of John Kovalic and the entire Army of Dorkness, I can safely say that WE don’t want him!!!