EPG Poetry
Jan. 4th, 2010 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxThe electronic programme guide on my digital TV is often hilarious. Since the EPG has to pack as many slots onto the screen as possible, it has to chop off long TV show titles after two or three words, leading to a slew of broken titles close to, even adjacent to, one another.
And sometimes these can be poetic, in a surreal, free verse sort of way.
So I present to you EPG Poetry for 04 01 2010:-
EPG Poetry
Come Dine with Me!
I Can Cook
Big Brother's Little
Friends -
Show Me Show Me!
Premonition -
Radical Highs!
Radical Highs!
Loose Women,
Dying To Belong.
How Clean Is Your
Neighbours
House
The Adventures of
World's Most Death,
According to Jim
The Tube;
Lost Kingdoms of
Himalaya with
Traffic Cops
In The Night Garden.
Mock The Week
Without A Trace!
Blow
The Waterboy!
Glee!
Close,
Close,
The Hills!
Early Morning,
Back at 8:00am,
The World's
Great Artists,
Teleshopping,
'Til Death.
And sometimes these can be poetic, in a surreal, free verse sort of way.
So I present to you EPG Poetry for 04 01 2010:-
EPG Poetry
Come Dine with Me!
I Can Cook
Big Brother's Little
Friends -
Show Me Show Me!
Premonition -
Radical Highs!
Radical Highs!
Loose Women,
Dying To Belong.
How Clean Is Your
Neighbours
House
The Adventures of
World's Most Death,
According to Jim
The Tube;
Lost Kingdoms of
Himalaya with
Traffic Cops
In The Night Garden.
Mock The Week
Without A Trace!
Blow
The Waterboy!
Glee!
Close,
Close,
The Hills!
Early Morning,
Back at 8:00am,
The World's
Great Artists,
Teleshopping,
'Til Death.
