I’ve lived for a while now without a TV, and it doesn’t bother me at all.
I used to veg out in front of the TV any chance I get back in Hong Kong. But here, even when I had a TV living with Nasty, I hardly ever touched it.I guess when you’re busy and working, any chance to sit like a retard with drool coming off the corner of your mouth was a bonus.
I’ve just moved into a new flat. No TV, no problem. But blimey, I have NO INTERNET ACCESS and it’s killing me.
Now I stumble down to a coffee shop, pay for an overpriced cup of tea and rush-use the free WiFi until my battery runs out.
Smart arse these little shops – they block all the electrical outlets. Grrrrr…..
And if you do find one where you can plug in and hang out all day, great.
You set yourself up, spread your file and papers and pens and notes around, sip your cup of tea and read the news…..until you really REALLY have to pee.
Do you put your trust in humanity and dash to the bathroom and hope your gear will still be there when you come back?
Or do you just pack up your laptop, bring it with you to the bathroom and set it down on the grubby floor which might also be wet?
Or do you pack your laptop and all your notes into your backpack, and hang your pack and coat up behind the toilet door, only to come back out and have to set up all over again?