Is my TV fucked?!?

[sheothebudworths]

Ah go on then, just a quick one....warm me up before my night on the platform eh?


May I offer you a mug of steaming cocoa first?

Made mostly with water, because it's wartime?

Get you in the mood?

 

[Dhimmi]

It's the kids I feel sorry for...

 

[marty21]

But I offered you my telly!

i have a telly too

 

[sheothebudworths]

<throws scalding hot wartime drink in martys direction>

 

[marty21]

damn you and your war-time hot drink throwing skills

i thought i was in there

 

[purves grundy]

Why not get yourself a wireless? It's like watching the telly with your eyes closed.

No good for your porns tho.

 

[marty21]

Why not get yourself a wireless? It's like watching the telly with your eyes closed.

she's not going to like that fucking advice

 

[sheothebudworths]

Bloody hell guys......morning is a long time coming in wartime with no telly.....

 

[sheothebudworths]

...has anyone got a cuppa cha to spare for a lady and her littluns...half frozen after a night underground?

A bit of bread and dripping to warm the babbies up?

 

[dodgepot]

yes, it's fucked

 

[sheothebudworths]

Oooh I tell you what though, I shan't be doing that sex again...not on that 'orrible, chilly concrete platform, with all those people watching, telly or not!

 

[sheothebudworths]

I did have an idea though - for a pair of briefs with a hole in them.....y'know, there ......so that your husband can get it all over with and out of the way on a frozen concrete underground tube station platform, quick as you like, without you even having to remove them!

 

[hendo]

Don't listen to Tank Girl, she's most likely a spy, and spies have no place now, for it's war, it's WAR I SAY, and you should go outside right now and stab a man, stab him with a knife, it doesn't matter who he is, or what side he's on, there are no sides any more as sides are a fragile construct of a vain and conceited society, and so you should stab him right in the leg over and over again, and shout to him as you do so, 'CONGRATULATIONS SIR, IT'S WAR'.

Yep.

Anyway, good luck with the telly. My Dad keeps getting his repaired; there are still telly repairmen where he lives. (Stockport)
The TV is so old it doesn't even have a scart connection.