SINGAPORE - My television is smart. At least that's what the salesman said. It has me hooked. It's seduced me with news, orangutans and sport. Especially the last named. It gives us so much of it, Raducanu tonight, Ronaldo tomorrow, Ryder Cup next, that we can't let it go.
Even when they up the rate or alter a package or a channel exits, I mumble, mutter, curse and then sign on again. The box has changed, but the idiot?