Changing channels

‘I can’t see what you see in this rubbish.  It’s like the Battlefield Earth of soap operas.  Can we not watch something worth seeing?  A decent film, maybe?  Janey?  Hello, Earth calling Janey.  For god’s sake, it’s barely eight o’clock.  Jane?  Well, if you’re going to sleep, I’m changing the channel.  There’s got to be something better on than this nonsense.  Jane, are you listening?  I’m getting a cup of tea then swapping to the football.  Do you want one?  Janey?  Are you okay, love?  Hey, Janey?  Oh, god.  Can you hear me?  Jane?  Jane?  Wake up, love.  Fuck.  Jane?’


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