Last week we made a decision that political advisors would call ‘brave’ and everybody else would term ‘reckless and stupid’.
We switched off all our pay channels on satellite TV, leaving us with just the dozens of free-to-air ones to watch.
Those of you who tuned in to last Saturday night’s epic Champions League Final may have thought Atletico Madrid boss Diego Simeone overreacted somewhat with his hilarious one-man pitch invasions during the game.
His hysterical display of Latin pyrotechnics was nothing compared to daughter #2’s response when we told her Mr.Sky+ would be going on his holidays for the foreseeable future.
How would she cope, the poor little mite? The little lady only has WiFi, Netflix, Spotify, an iPad and a library of Glee and The Simpsons DVDs to keep her amused, plus all the BBC channels that they force you to pay for by law whether you watch them or not.
Me and the boss’ eureka moment came about when we were flicking through the planner to see what we’d taped (taped!).
Every show - bar some daft American reality show that our kids watch where a couple we’d never even heard of go shopping, cook dinner and have meaningless staged and awkward conversations about very little – was on a free-to-air channel, so we ditched all the ones we pay extra for. Our girls grew out of CBeebies and Nick.Jr before the last recession/depression hit.
Blue Peter on CBBC still holds its charms for daughter #2 but the nightmarish world inhabited by the screeching little hellions that plague hours and hours of the Disney Channel morning, noon and night are thankfully a distant memory.
The funny thing is, after a day or two nobody in our house missed them.
Talking of telly, it can’t have escaped your attention that the World Cup starts next month. Can I make a plea to all the people who don’t like football but live with those who do.
Just let us watch it in peace.
We put up with your wall-to-wall soaps and talent shows, the World Cup is on ONCE EVERY FOUR YEARS. It’s not much to ask, is it?