I went to to see Garbage at Kew the Music on Saturday. They were great. So I was quite happy on Sunday to sit in front of the telly, until disaster struck.
At two sets all, five games all and 40 – 30 in the longest and one of the most exciting Wimbledon men’s singles finals ever, the TV, designed for Millennials with the concentration span of a mayfly, decided it was going to switch itself off because we hadn’t changed channel or paused it for more than three hours.
‘Press Back Up to continue watching’ it said. Never has a group of people hunted so frantically, with so much cursing, for the remote!