Everyone I know seems to be buying a gigantic television at the moment. I enter a house I have always felt safe in, and come around the corner and BANG! there's a huge monster lurking, eyeing me balefully with its screen poised to blast out adverts and social manipulation*... or worse still, on, yet ignored, so I can't concentrate on conversations, and reply with statements like "So, when was your new steak-knife born?" etc.
But, I have to confess, I have just spent a very pleasant afternoon watching a great movie on Granny's huge Sony Syclops.
* and some quite good programmes on average once every 10489366077 days.