The Monster From The Blog

Pay your TV Licence. It's the trite thing to do.

I have said it many times before and I will say it many times again. Fuck the SABC with their inadequate programming and ridiculous administration.

Take the cricket World Cup for instance. They managed to secure the licence to broadcast a whole 66% of the games from Supersport, a channel that actually employs people capable of stringing together entire coherent sentences and that have at least a tenuous grasp of the English language... (Some of them are Australian)

I had a TV licence all of my own once. It was a lovely little licence, and I even got to show it off to an inspector once. Due to eventual living arrangements it was no longer required. Guess how long it took me to cancel it. Come on! Guess! A year. One times annum! Including roughly 20 emails, a lunar month on the telephone listening to something awful by Celine Dion and about 5 trips to the local SABC office.

I'm fucked if I'm going through that again.

And why, oh why, do I require multiple licences for multiple sets?

They say I do not have the right to complain about the shitty service / programming / administration if I refuse to pay. I say I'll pay when it gets better. I know most of you are sitting there groaning loudly and yanking at your hair because I'm being an unreasonable git about it, but I am relatively honest in most other walks of life - I just hate those fuckers out of principle.

Anyway, ETV is supposed to be for free and they have those radical soft porn movies on late night on Saturdays. Or so JDP tells me...

Spread the love. Late night on ETV...