I was in the middle of a bout of hummus-crushing when the front doorbell went. It was the man from Sky again. Different one from last time, but the same zip-up tracksuit top and big rectangle of namebadge.
“You don’t have Sky, sir.”
“No.”
“Would you tell me why you don’t have Sky, sir?”
“Firstly, I think it’s wrong to have advertising on a subscription-based service.”
“Ahum.”
“And secondly, I think the people who own Sky are absolute scum.”
“I see. Thank you.”
And off he went.
Quite disappointing, really.
