As is Keithie’s way, he canvassed the town to see what sort of telly he should buy.
I gotta hand it to Keithie, while he has no idea what the internet is and even less interest in things like FaceBook and Twitter – “why would I want to tweet when I can just pick up the phone?” he told me one day when I was trying to explain the merits of social media – he walks all over the average executive when it comes to market research.
So, by the time we hit the road for the Boxing Day sales in Hobart Keithie had seen what most of the Swansea households had in their livings rooms, he knew what they watched and how often and he was sold on the sharp picture and clear sound that digi promised.
What he wasn’t prepared for was the retail experience.
We started our search at Harvey Norman and never left. Keithie was bugged eyed and beyond capable of choosing from the rows and rows of TVs: small, large and monstrous.
We were served by a very cleaver young geek who hailed from Bicheno and supported the Swannies.
He told us that the LG 42 inch, the set Keithie seemed to be leaning towards, was top of the range because it was a:
“…full HD LED LCD smart TV with 1920 x 1080 resolution, USB recording, USB movie playback, USB picture view, USB music, playback, with a built in HD tuner, a100Hz screen refresh rate, a 7-day EPG (electronic program guide), 5,000,000:1:1 dynamic contrast ratio and its Blu-Ray ready.
“That’ll do,” said Keithie.
“You don’t have to get that one just because he’s a Swans supporter Keithie,” I said.
Keithie paused for a minute.
“Does it come with her on it?” Keithie said pointing at Rihanna.
“Keithie, they’ve all got Rihanna on them!” I said. “It’s a video.”
Back home, Todd, Swansea’s electrician came over and set it all up for Keithie. Since most of the oldies in town can’t afford a new telly Todd had been setting up their set top boxes for free. He put up a new aerial for Keithie as well so Keithie gave him an old fridge he had kicking around in the shed so Todd can keep his beer cold.
Since then Keithie’s been all but glued to his new telly. He can’t get over the fact that he’s gone from a choice of four channels to 13 and has a 24/7 news service. In fact, it would be fair to say that it’s messed up his routine because news always came after tea and now he can’t stop checking in on it whenever he’s in doors.
Last night while we were having a drink in the garden, Keithie asked if I wanted to go to the Mardi Gras?
“You mean the gay Mardi Gras?”
“I seen it on the telly…its in Sydney next year,”
“It’s in Sydney every year Keithie.”
I didn’t think he was serious but he raised it again when he came to cut some of my roses for his new vase this morning…so I said I’d look into it.
Can’t imagine how Keithie’s going to go at the Mardi Gras though!