Where do TV sets go when they die?

© Joselito Briones

I'm curious because I've had a glimpse of how they get there. They get loaded in a £40/hour van and get driven around the city to bid their final farewell, and get offered by the van driver to whomever would grant them a lease of new life as a useful and loved household appliance, for a nominal price. Photos on the right shows the units in limbo (the tv's, covered in the background, not the illegal-immigrant-hiding-inside-a-van looking people having souvenir photos with them).

Today Wil had to move to his new temporary accomodation in Chelsea (Sloane Ave.). He hired a van and asked me, Mati, Ronnie and Jerome to help him haul his things from the Notting Hill serviced apartments. In return we were treated (in advance) to a dim sum lunch in "Ping Pong". Decent food as westernized asian restaurants go, we weren't expecting authentic dumplings, so we weren't disappointed. We did the move after lunch. After the move we walked along King's Road... bought some stuff from Waitrose, then passed by Habitat, then continued along King's Road, with the aim of having dinner at "Mona Lisa Cafe". Unfortunately by the time we got there it was already closed, so we ended up doing "The Big Easy" instead. American inspired restaurant. Huge chunks of meat and big servings in general, southern comfort theme, big screen on the wall, americana music in the background. Ordered "catch of the day" which was a chargrilled whole seabass, but they ran out, so changed it to king prawns instead (bad, overcooked). The others had baby back ribs (better than other restaurants, Ronnie said), and steak (good).

I like the neighborhood (better than the last time I was there, when I had the feeling that majority of people there are women pushing baby trollies) , too bad I'll be moving on soon and won't have much time exploring it more.


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