All those possibilities. Where to start? App or channel? Film or programme?
It was baked potato moment. Back in the late eighties and early nineties, there was a huge amount of ceremony in the purchase of a microwaves. They were expensive machines but, the way I see it, they were adding a new functionality to the product of the kitchen which is a sacred area of any home, and as such they were tested for robustness with a degree of ceremony. I remember my Mum shaming my Father to the audience of neighbours for Christening the new white-surfaced chamber with McCain micro-chips instead of a jacket potato like every other family - an indiscretion not quickly forgotten but very difficult to justify/explain its significance. If anyone out there could shed some light onto this primordial instinct I would love to know more about its symbolism in other aspects of our modern lives.
|Baked potato or McCain MicroChips? What's your control? Does it matter?|
I suspect it is because it was a dissonance of two thoughts. The first was that I wanted a potato - a well-known staple from that has that deep-root within me. But concerned that it might be terrible and not the potato I remember, I also hoped that the magical time of year with a magical Apple box that there would be a Christmas miracle and Neighbours would be good.
Neighbours was good. It was very good. It was so good that I’m still watching it each evening before bed with my sudoku. It was one of the best Christmas presents ever. I chose my potato well.
|Old neighbours or new neighbours? Same-same, but different.|