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Click! [Oct. 20th, 2013|09:55 am]
Tony Grist
Some men in masks board an underground train. A woman is tracking them. They carry identical attache cases. Are they suicide bombers? They catch sight of her. She punches the alarm. All hell breaks loose.

And my mother switches the TV off.

As I expected she would. Anything too fruity; click. Anything unfamiliar: click. Her remote, her rules.

"I don't know what that was," she says in an affronted tone.

"Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D" I say.

"How on earth do you know?"

"Because they just told us."

We've had variants on this conversation many times before. Only now there's a difference. It's not that she won't pay attention, it's that she can't.

I find it hard to accept that we've crossed that line.
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From: artkouros
2013-10-20 01:10 pm (UTC)
I bought my dad every variant of every old western TV show, and we have a channel that's all shows from the 50's and 60's. He loved it.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2013-10-20 04:07 pm (UTC)
I loved those when I was a boy, but I don't think I could bear to watch them now.

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