Wireless Electricity, My Arse

Me and Mart were hanging out near Fitzroy Square, when Mart spots this.

It was on one of the junctions off Warren Street:

“Bring it on” says Mart, way too over excited for his own good.

“Why?” I ask, seeing as it was clearly a dumped TV and video, more than likely VHS, and definitely 4:3.

“Wireless electricity!” he says. “Electricity that goes through the air!”

“Fuck off” I say.

I suddenly feel very old and not at all in touch with modern life.

He tells me, due to the recent discovery that electricity can be transported wirelessly, if we stand there for long enough, the TV will turn itself on.

I’m ashamed to say I believe him, and do just that.

Jesus Christ. We were stood there all fucking day. Nothing. Nada.

Load of old bollocks. Wireless electricity, my arse.

Needless to say, we haven’t mentioned the incident to anyone else.