I did make the mistake of buying a TV set when I was 18, but sold it the following year when the Cold War grabbed most of my attention doing a year in the army, reading Jung made more sense then haha!

In the mid nineties my mum dropped off a TV set, so the inevitable thing happened, I ended up watching shit until the channels closed for the night...

After a few weeks sanity grabbed me, I looked at the large glass of water I had in my hand, walked over to the demonic thing an emptied it all inside.

The fucker changed channels a couple of times, then a blue line appeared, together with lots of crackling, electric sounds, then it was **dead**

That felt *great*, never ever gotten even close to watching *any* of it again!

And to be fair, I did warn her, I was super clear that I did not want the thing close to me haha