Back when we launched venue around five years ago a 42-inch screen would set you back $5000+. And I’m not talking about a household name you can trust, I’m talking about a Soney or a Firrips, straight-off-the-back-of-a-Chinese-truck flat panel… probably held together with egg white and sticky tape. Still, we revered the ‘big’ screen like the coming of the second technical messiah. In many pubs, the big screen would hold court, taking pride of place… If you wanted to show off, then you had, gasp, more than one.
Here was a technology beyond most of the public and for many it was reason enough to come to the pub for the big game or to have their senses assaulted by the latest music videos.
