In the absence of a working tellybox i've discovered a vast emptyness in my life. An void which i've been neatly stuffing full of braindead talkshows and suchlike. I'm also quite the expert on antiques and property development; such is the daytime schedule of late. But last week during a rather exciting episode of "Homes under the hammer" it all went a little pete tong. The picture went all pink, then it went black with a loud POP. Now, i'm no expert in the black arts of electrickery but i'd say it's definately fucked. Beyond economical repair and i sure...