I will he promised, passing her at
reception. Her exam was the next week. Magda was cute. She wanted another
inklish lesson. He’d passed her details to an English teacher,
when she’d asked previous about it. He was
away now, the same inklish teacher, and she’d a few tings that needed attention
she said. She sounded so cute too, tick in the nicest way, almost
cubanesque. He’d promised her that he’d give her a lesson. His hands went slap
as he walked up the stairs, in rhythm, hand and feet. He’d made a personal
decision at last.
His list was thinning, black lines through
most of the channel numbers. Digital should have meant revolution. Media always
wins the day, and the media was global. Harry was working at it, getting a grip
on the global mania that was digital TV. It was out of control, he’d seen it.
Big brother shows about the ordinary doing very little, food shows that
preached how to blanch food, keep for a rainy day, star shows for the star in
all of us, famous and poor shows, naked shows, shows about shows about how the
shows should show more, freedom of the press, freedom for the depressed, shows, attention keeping, mention the word
tension, war shows, not forgetting holiday shops, we all need to partake, in
the digital revolution..
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