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Nov. 14th, 2006 10:00 amLast night was the opening show of I'm A Celebrity - Get Me Out Of Here 6. Only trouble : I'd be spending most of it walking home from college then listening to the closing stages of Hawks v Millwall. So after work it was down to Asda to buy a second SCART lead and a coaxial cable, to allow me to rig up my old video recorder without disconnecting the Freeview box. (Picked up a St Austell Smugglers' Ale while I was there.) I wasn't able to rig them up so they could work simultaneously - my video only has one SCART socket :( - but at least the video was able to record analogue telly when the digibox was switched off. I had a hell of a job placing the aerial so it picked up decent analogue reception on ITV1, but thought I'd got it in the end.
College was a breeze. After I'd finished last week's last mock exam assignment and done one more, at 7.45, Joan asked whether I wanted to do the real exam assignment now. I went for it, so Joan told me to take a coffee break, then come back at 8 pm to start the exam. I ambled down to the canteen with the Hawks commentary on my Walkman; after five minutes Millwall scored. I resigned myself to a heavy defeat.
Back in the classroom at eight, Joan gave me the exam assignment, said I had two and a half hours - the remaining hour of this class, and the rest next week - and told everyone not to talk to me. I finished the assignment, and checked, in under 40 minutes. Joan was staggered that I'd finished, and advised me to go back and check again. I did, then handed the assignment in. For the last 10 minutes Joan got me doing some basic work on spreadsheets, the next module.
Walkman back on for the walk home - to my pleasant surprise it was still only 1-0. As I was going along Albert Street, Rocky Baptiste got an equaliser. I punched the air and shouted "ROCKY!" There were no passers-by in the street :) I began working out how I'd get to the New Den for the replay.
Alas, it wasn't to be. As soon as I got home, as I was hanging my coat up, Alan Dunne scored what the commentators described as a 'wonder goal' for Millwall, and that knocked the stuffing out of the Hawks for the rest of the game. Cup dream over.
Slunk out to the PC to do my e-mail until I'm A Celeb ended - time to go watch my video recording over a Smuggler's Ale. Great opening show, and it's shaping up to be one of the best series yet, and my girl Myleene made a promising showing - but the TV's reception wasn't as good as I'd hoped. The picture had double images and the sound kept dipping in places.
But worse was to come. Somehow - whether it was my rigging the video up I don't know - my aerial will just no longer pick up any of the ITV channels on Freeview. All the different positions I put the aerial in made no difference. When it comes to ITV, it's buggered.
So just as a brilliant series of I'm A Celebrity is starting, I'm condemned to watch it on analogue, with shat-arse reception. Arsebiscuits.
College was a breeze. After I'd finished last week's last mock exam assignment and done one more, at 7.45, Joan asked whether I wanted to do the real exam assignment now. I went for it, so Joan told me to take a coffee break, then come back at 8 pm to start the exam. I ambled down to the canteen with the Hawks commentary on my Walkman; after five minutes Millwall scored. I resigned myself to a heavy defeat.
Back in the classroom at eight, Joan gave me the exam assignment, said I had two and a half hours - the remaining hour of this class, and the rest next week - and told everyone not to talk to me. I finished the assignment, and checked, in under 40 minutes. Joan was staggered that I'd finished, and advised me to go back and check again. I did, then handed the assignment in. For the last 10 minutes Joan got me doing some basic work on spreadsheets, the next module.
Walkman back on for the walk home - to my pleasant surprise it was still only 1-0. As I was going along Albert Street, Rocky Baptiste got an equaliser. I punched the air and shouted "ROCKY!" There were no passers-by in the street :) I began working out how I'd get to the New Den for the replay.
Alas, it wasn't to be. As soon as I got home, as I was hanging my coat up, Alan Dunne scored what the commentators described as a 'wonder goal' for Millwall, and that knocked the stuffing out of the Hawks for the rest of the game. Cup dream over.
Slunk out to the PC to do my e-mail until I'm A Celeb ended - time to go watch my video recording over a Smuggler's Ale. Great opening show, and it's shaping up to be one of the best series yet, and my girl Myleene made a promising showing - but the TV's reception wasn't as good as I'd hoped. The picture had double images and the sound kept dipping in places.
But worse was to come. Somehow - whether it was my rigging the video up I don't know - my aerial will just no longer pick up any of the ITV channels on Freeview. All the different positions I put the aerial in made no difference. When it comes to ITV, it's buggered.
So just as a brilliant series of I'm A Celebrity is starting, I'm condemned to watch it on analogue, with shat-arse reception. Arsebiscuits.
