Once upon a time...

So, we're all set to spend the afternoon with Once Upon A Time In America. And the television, maybe objecting to playing host to 220 minutes of Sergio Leone, decided that it would break down. There was the hint of a picture - a horizontal line about 25mm thick spanning the Real Flat Technology screen. But, after waggling the dozens of cables that go in and out of various devices, I decided that was that. It's only six months old. Luckily we bought an LCD television a few months ago and I'd never got round to mounting it on the wall it was intended for, so at least there was a replacement, giving De Niro the chance to glance backwards on life in the 'hood. But we can't keep buying a spare set just in case the one we're using gives up the ghost. Anyway, once the film's over in three and a half hours, I'll go and dig out the warranty that I probably burnt in the garden along with the box.

Listening: The Pixies - Where Is My Mind?