So, Middle Class Crisis of the day? My TV is too big for my miniscule sitting room. Seriously it's massive, look:
It could occupy the chaise longue all on its own. And I'm pretty sure that pound for pound it weighs more than me. But why, you ask, would I purchase such a monstrosity? Well apart from the fact that I will now have a life-size Ed Westwick in my home at the mere flick of a button (does this make me an Armchair Cougar?), we can blame the fact that I don't understand the size of anything in inches (a bonus for the boys, I'm sure you'll agree...) Believe me however, when I tell you that nobody needs 42 inches. No, no... not even you.