Bricking It....

...One must and one does have a certain deal of sympathy with the neighbours of Mr Martin Solomon in the West Country town of Stroud, who have long tired of his late night drunken tirades.

For it would seem that Mr Solomon is often much taken with drink and, as oft, much ill taken with the rubbish to be found on his television. Neither in and of themselves of course offensive, but it seems Mr Solomon's loud swearing rants at what he sees and hears have caused distress and disturbance, not least to the young children in the adjoining households.

There can be no excusing the last, and one is glad that the Courts have taken a firm line in this matter. Nonetheless who can not have but some empathetic understanding of Mr Solomon's plight? Who indeed has not - drunk or sober - yelled the foulest and most impotent of abuse when creatures such as Lord Slime of Slime opines on probity in public life, or cast swearing slander at the total drivel that constitutes much of the televisual offerings on any channel?

There is though a cure should it be wanted. Not watching is not the option. An Englishman pays his licence fee and is, thereby, perfectly entitled to watch and scorn.

The trick is this, a device long in circulation. An auto-changer disguised as a soft furry brick. When endurance is beyond bearing and Lord Slime must be assailed and assaulted mid-waffle, the to-hand 'brick' is wellied at the screen with full force of personal venom. The channel changes and the rage subsides leaving the Mr Solomon's of this world equally content that they have made their point. And, what's more, made it silently.

Bro. Charles would call this a 'win-win scenario' bless him.