rantings of a bald man {23}
today’s guest post is from the bald man and he has a thing or two to say – tbaoo welcomes him with open arms and a blank cheque ( ? ) please fully appreciate his nonsense – here
Hello my fine friends and thank you for this splendid opportunity. This however is a sad sad time in the life of the bald one, I am giving you fair warning so be prepared I would not wish for any salt filled drops of sadness to roll down your cheeks and find their way between the cracks in the keys of your typing tool possibly leading to damage, the bald one is in enough distress as it is!
For I have recently realised I have fallen out of love with someone that has been a friend and a companion for as long as I can remember. But over the last few years we have so sadly just drifted apart, oh Television what has happened to us?
We began our love story all those years ago when I was trapped in the wilds of rural Norfolk England with just you and books to free me from the purgatory my young life was. And over the years our bond grew stronger, you filled my life with laughter and emotion, so many wonderful programmes that I would without fail flop in my festering pit to indulge in without fail. Looking back maybe the first tiny cracks appeared when I discovered girls, or to be more accurate they discovered me. But they came and went, ( note from tbaoo – getting a bit risque here ) but you I could always rely on. But now these days you just seem to offer me nothing, there I have said it finally, nothing!
Endless shows of such poor quality I don’t know how you can sleep at night, people ridiculed for their deluded beliefs in their talents, so called celebrity’s desperately clinging on to whatever fame they can and glimpses into others working lives no matter how mundane! I don’t wish to see others having their soul slowly chipped away.
Oh I know you sometimes offer me a little nugget of joy but these just make me remember the good times and it hurts. And I use you, I do, I admit it don’t look at me like that, your main role in our relationship now is a conduit for the things that do offer me a glimpse of light and warmth, my games console and my many many DVD’s.
Maybe its my fault I suppose I must share some of the blame. I can choose what I watch more and when. Either via the web of wonder or a disc that’s versatile. No longer that anticipation before long awaited episodes of entertainment. But what do I mainly absorb through my glass covered retina’s? Mainly the shows, the series, the joy you gave me when our love was strong and true.
No more now readers the bald one cannot contain his sobs of despair for but a moment longer.
