In an epic tale that has been replayed in many forms and a multitude of times throughout history we witness the mental and physical battle of a man and his sworn enemy.”
All Herbert wants to do is watch the footy; a simple wish that is consistently thwarted by the almost lifelike machinations of the aerial on top of his television.
No sooner has Herb adjusted the recalcitrant prongs in to a position with great reception, reseating himself with a nice cup of tea, than they slowly slide back down taking the picture quality and Herb’s hope and patience with them.
Herb’s repeated attempts to achieve clear reception fail miserably and, in a wave of frustration we can all relate to, a battle ensues and it is obviously one that the aerial cannot win.
He teases and twizzles the twin prongs with great delicacy before finally loosing his patience and mangling them beyond repair, but in a twist that will surprise and delight we are relieved to see that in the end Herb can finally sit back and enjoy the match.