English culture: reprise

I wrote in the previous "culture" blog about my failing attempts to watch TV. I spoke of that, too, in what is sometimes referred to as "real life" (This is a "good" day for quotation marks.). To be more specific, I mentioned it in the lunch break. And a lady of apparently comparable technical skill recognised the problem, and suggested fallacious nexus; the culprit in her case. So I reconnected the spaghetti, and lo! Suddenly more TV streaming into my house than I can cope with. So in one day I got me a car and a TV that shows moving images. And a shocking number of 4 remote controls lying on top of it. Another step in the direction of pale, fat, weak western Europeanness? Stay tuned...