Our TV is dead. Long live the TV?
On the morning of the 7th of March in the year of our lord 2020, Lucifer himself hath played his cruelest card yet. Struck by thy own hand, our 42" goddess was strewn upon the ground and laid bare to wallow in her own plasma. Fractured and depleted she doth shine no more.
Funds are desperately required to find a new entertainment station that shall provide joy to all square-eyed boxset bingers.
A before image from the archives (such jovial joy);
Its current state (shattered like a fine toffee);
Please give generously. Rewards on offer to all kindly shareholders.