I’ve spent a lot of the evening fixing up the last station building for sale. I’m not going to complete the project, but I have fitted lights, glazing, a full floor and of course chimney breasts, fireplaces and mantelpieces. Someone else can continue with the fiddly stuff. I just need it in good enough condition to interest a modeller.
I don’t waste much time with television. The only thing that interests me these days is Dr. Who and I note they have brought back a lot of the old style Daleks. Good. Those new ones look like Fisher-Price designed them. The Cybermen have made great advances since the days of vacuum-cleaner hose on the arms joined by practice golf balls at the elbows, but whoever designed those new Daleks missed a memo.
In one episode (the Tennant guy), a rare flash of cyber-sarcasm appeared when a Dalek said ‘Daleks have no concept of elegance’. The Cyberman replied ‘This is obvious’.
That’s the point. Daleks are entirely functional. They aren’t meant to look like Bugattis with sink plungers. They are meant to look like the old galvanised bins with sink plungers.
But I digress.
I never watch Dr. Who live because Saturday night is often Smoky-Drinky night and because I keep forgetting it’s on. Since I never buy newspapers and have no TV pages around the house, often I only find out the series has started when someone tells me or when I visit iPlayer in an idle moment. I found out about the current series three episodes in so I had an evening of pure escapism while I caught up.
I don’t need a TV licence. I have not watched or recorded a live transmission of anything in a long time and that is what the licence is for. Most people have the TV on all the time. If I turned mine on now, the most noticeable difference you’d experience would be the smell of hot dust.
A friend of mine who lives far away also has a TV. His transmissions are all digital and he does not have a digital TV nor does he have a decoder. He has an old analogue TV he uses for DVDs. So, in his house, there is no equipment capable of receiving live transmissions. He cannot possibly be accused of licence dodging even though he has a big TV in his living room because that TV is no longer able to decode transmissions.
Before the onset of digital, there was always that element of doubt. You say you only use your telly to watch VCR or DVD, but it could pick up transmissions. Now there are millions of TVs that can’t. They are DVD/VCR monitors and receive nothing from the airwaves.
Next we are to be treated to Internet TV which means everyone can get to things like the iPlayer and equivalents on all the other channels who get nothing from the licence fee and nobody needs to record or watch live transmissions. Just call them up later.
Once it’s in place, nobody needs a licence.
Bye bye BBC.
It’s okay, Who-fans. The Doctor only has one incarnation left and it’s probably going to be Harriet Harman anyway.
That’ll finish off the Daleks.