That is a standard sized Scarborough TV.
There is actually an inverse phnomena the smaller the room the larger the picture. this phenomenon is inverse to the other ratio grey matter to television size.
AFA priorities go large tv screen sucks out sufficient gray matter hence turning person into a reactive zombie who makes no forward planning but reacts only to failures.
But they do have sufficent forward planning to ensure there are cigs in the pack and credit on the talkmachine so essential for climbing the slipery sloap of ascendency above friends and work mates by ensuring you are evr ready with the cuting remark the sarcastic undermining of the person whose neck they plan to stand on for the ascent.
I so hate trying to do a job to the background noise of the constant undermining of friends and work colleagues via an unending phone conversation to which we are only a party to half.
Better than suffering the horrendous half conversation (aimed entirely at showing off to everyone else on the train, <I have friends to talk to you don't> )on the train to London late night I suppose.
Being a praying man I have so prayed on that train for technology to fail, oh if you only knew how hard I have prayedd for the end of the computer geeks voice chat or the mobilephonealohics loss of signal.
But probably the most anoying one is the coatch from london with the pregnat teenage mother of three by four fathers phone call in blatant diregard of the consideration requested by the driver for what seems like an eternity while such discourse we are subjected to which will never in a million years bring to birth anything positive for the benefit of us herself whoever she is talking to society or the earth.
There is actually an inverse phnomena the smaller the room the larger the picture. this phenomenon is inverse to the other ratio grey matter to television size.
AFA priorities go large tv screen sucks out sufficient gray matter hence turning person into a reactive zombie who makes no forward planning but reacts only to failures.
But they do have sufficent forward planning to ensure there are cigs in the pack and credit on the talkmachine so essential for climbing the slipery sloap of ascendency above friends and work mates by ensuring you are evr ready with the cuting remark the sarcastic undermining of the person whose neck they plan to stand on for the ascent.
I so hate trying to do a job to the background noise of the constant undermining of friends and work colleagues via an unending phone conversation to which we are only a party to half.
Better than suffering the horrendous half conversation (aimed entirely at showing off to everyone else on the train, <I have friends to talk to you don't> )on the train to London late night I suppose.
Being a praying man I have so prayed on that train for technology to fail, oh if you only knew how hard I have prayedd for the end of the computer geeks voice chat or the mobilephonealohics loss of signal.
But probably the most anoying one is the coatch from london with the pregnat teenage mother of three by four fathers phone call in blatant diregard of the consideration requested by the driver for what seems like an eternity while such discourse we are subjected to which will never in a million years bring to birth anything positive for the benefit of us herself whoever she is talking to society or the earth.
They are, however, 2 completely seperate tests checking completely different things.
