They switched off the Sutton Coldfield analogue television signal a short while ago.
No problems for us, we thought, as we're using digital equipment.
Then they turned off the digital signal too.
This is the third time I've watched only the first half of Amistad.
Barstewards.
Further to my previous post on the matter, here are a few pics and notes to let you know what you get when pay a princely sum to stay in a seven-berth caravan:
Four dinner-plates, six side-plates, six bowls, six cups and one mug
Six dessert-spoons, two soup-spoons, two tea-spoons, five forks, one baby-fork and four knives. We had to clean everything before we used it.
One gas-oven (with a shelf that wouldn't lie flat because it didn't fit because it was from a different oven) which only worked on Gas Mark 3 regardless of the dial setting. Our S&K pies were supposed to be cooked after 40 minutes but after one hour and fifty minutes we gave up waiting for the pastry to brown and ate the pies on the "rare" side. Of course, the paucity of heat in the oven may explain the fact that an oven-glove wasn't provided.
One metal waste paper bin with damaged and hence sharp edges that kept assaulting legs and legwear
One knackered catch on the rear door, totally useless for keeping the door open
Just for good measure, one even-more-knackered catch adorned the front door
The smoke alarm in all its useless glory
Add to that lot the following:
Only four bed-pillows (remember, it was a seven-berth caravan)...
One double-bed, two single beds and two "sleep-on-the-seats" places in the living area, total = six. Did I mention that it was a seven-berth caravan?
An array of saucepans and an array of lids but only one of the lids actually fitted a saucepan...
Casserole dishes without lids (but they would have been redundant anyway seeing as the oven was so shite)...
One fridge with an ice-box inside. The door-seals were knackered so the inside never got cold despite the ice-box being glaciated. Fresh milk lasted 24 hours max in there.
A Bissell-type carpet-sweeper that hadn't been emptied ever, by the looks of it...
A television with only three working channels...
No washing-up utensils, cloths, sponges or scourers...
and not one sheet of bog-roll. How fecking tight is that???
I take it that it's obvious that we won't be staying there ever again.
At long last I've got around to sorting and uploading the pics from our holiday at and around Caister-on-Sea.
If you're interested then click any of the following pics to open the lightbox (64 pics).
Here's a taste of what's on offer:
Scroby Sands Wind Farm from Caister-on-Sea beach
Caister-on-Sea beach at night
Derelict Mill, Horsey Mere
Dragonfly, Fairhaven Woodland and Water Garden
Wot you lookin' at?
RoboCop's distant cousin shows off his keyboard skills:
Now you know why it takes so long for the Feds to file a crime report.
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... but I think he's a twat.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-14793859
Forget wasting money by taking it down on the train or winching it away under a Chinook.
Lend him some spanners, make him wear a hi-viz jacket with "TWAT" emblazoned across it,
and then make him bring his 4x4 back down himself,
bit by bit.
He should be able to cope with that. After all, he describes himself as an out-of-work freelancing vehicle recovery technician!*
* Source: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-north-west-wales-14802363
