I did something this week that I haven’t done for years. Steady now! This is a family newspaper; the only boobs on display are my spelling mistakes.

‘Money To Burn’ Evans splashed the cash on a TV listings magazine.

I can’t say which one because then I’d have to mention all of them. Suffice it to say that its Big Bold Colourful pages weren’t just informative about the particular hour each TV show started, but also mentioned the radio times.

I’ve always relied on the South Wales Evening Post television page to inform me what’s on my massive 14” telly, perched over the fireplace so I always get a warm reception.

And once I start watching a series I like, I usually remember when the next episode’s on. If I don’t like it, I’m even better at remembering never to watch it again. As with a recent four-part ‘thriller’ that the trailers promised would be ‘Appointment TV’. It was. Half-way through the first episode, I switched off and telephoned a colleague to make an appointment.

So, I bought a listings magazine to help me plan my viewing. As I settled down with a mug of tea to glance through the schedules, something immediately hit me between the eyes.

It was the teaspoon I’d left in my mug.

Then, checking the listings using a magnifying glass – because some channels were only given a quarter-inch square – it became apparent the number of channels available is phenomenal.

Movies; comedy; horror; science fiction; drama; crime; game shows; arts; lifestyle; sport and loads more.

All crying out to befuddled viewers…“Please watch me!”

When we only had BBC One and Two and ITV , if your two favourite programmes were on at the same time on different channels, you had to choose one and miss the other. Tough cheddar!

So when Channel Four started in 1982, we thought it would lead to chaos! Luckily VCRs appeared around the same time to save our world.

But the choice today has reached a ludicrous level. How can you choose from 600 + channels? Is it possible that the trend to give us ‘More Choice’ is self-defeating?

It certainly is in my case.

I put the listings magazine in the recycling, made another mug of tea, sat back and listened to a soothing CD to ease my headache.

Yes. I’d hit myself between the eyes with that spoon again.