Life Without TV...
Back in my home country, oop north in the other Hemisphere, the gloomy months from December through to February are marked by long nights where you leave for work in the dark, come home in the dark, and spend your evenings in the dark with the telly on. The winter nights are, therefore, something of a TV fest, and I still remember the excitement of the Christmas and New Year double issues of the Radio Times and TV Times being wedged through the letterbox by the local newsagent to slap on the mat, and the family going through them to put Biro rings around all the shows we’d watch over that festive fortnight. Imagine if we’d been told there would be no TV at all for those crucial dark weeks.…