by Ann Jones
Forgive the cliché, but it’s the end of an era. Today the analogue television signal gets switched off. I know it’s long gone from some parts of the UK but the final stage of the switch-off is upon us and I live in London which is part of the last wave so I’ve been blithely ignoring the gradual loss of the analogue channels that’s been making its way across the country area by area for a few years. And okay, so it’s hardly the end of days. Telly will continue. For most of us, apart from the minor inconvenience of having to retune, and maybe install a digibox so that that old TV that we’re not quite sure why we still have keeps working, nothing much will change. But even so, it feels important somehow. And what better way to mark the occasion than to cram in as much analogue telly as possible while I have the chance? Fortunately David Hall’s exhibition End Piece … at Ambika P3 offers the perfect opportunity.
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