It is that time of year when the Premier League sloshes around millions of pounds in transfer fees and mere billions in television rights. I have to date resisted the temptation to invest in Sky Sports, partly on the basis of exorbitant cost and partly the concern that new-fangled technologies such as satellite TV are likely to be passing fads that will be here today and gone tomorrow, leaving you with a useless satellite dish attached to the front of your house. Incidentally, I do already have a useless satellite dish, albeit attached to the side of my house, but there are only so many you feel you can put up with before they begin to look untidy. But I have been blessed with receiving BT Sport instead, more by accident than design to tell the truth, and have been watching more live football than is probably good for me. And if I were to subscribe to Sky as well, I would probably not do anything in my spare time other than sit literally glued to the box.
Mind you, on the subject of new-fangled technologies, I've never quite understood why my telephone company is supplying me with televised football matches. You would think they would have enough to do trying to stop nuisance phone calls selling me new boilers or enquiring if I've been involved in an accident in the past three years.
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