The second time I watched Ring
was with a friend who isn't generally a fan of horrifical type whatnottery and spent a goodly portion hiding behind a cushion, enfeared of the perils of a deadly video tape. 'Twas late at night (ish. Dark, anyway) and I felt the urge to visit the commode and acquire another ale.

I had yet to upgrade to DVD viewing on a regular basis at this stage, but had adopted the habit of pressing pause rather than stop. This had carried over to my tape viewing which, as we all know, is not particularly good for the tape when left for long periods.

Upon completion of my visit to the water closet and acquisition of more drunkenfuel, I returned to the viewing room. Just as I walked in, the tape leapt from juddery still to full sound and motion again! My friend enquired as to why I had taken the remote with me, whereupon I commented that it was on the desk in front of her, untouched by either of us! She screamed (well, squealed), hiding behind the cushion again, and refused to watch any more.

I was simply confused, as I'd forgotten that the recorder had a function to restart automatically after a short time on pause to stop damaging the tape.

All of my inexplicable experiences end like this. Curse my analytical brain.
(ThomsonsPier consumes, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 15:38, Reply)