I got a new telly during Black Friday. It's an appalling beast that's forced me to acknowledge that my eyes are too big for my belly, turning my humble living room into a tiny IMAX cinema. Honestly, I'm a wee bit embarrassed. Nobody needs a screen this big—though it's far from the largest on offer. Since I don't drive, this is effectively my red sports car midlife crisis purchase. The thing I bought when I should be saving to fix up my ratty old kitchen.
When I got my previous telly, the first thing I did was fire up my brand new PS5. I was excited. My first 4K TV, and my fancy new console. My body fused with the sofa for, I cannot lie, the entire day, the power of my new gadgets overcoming all biological impulses.
