Back when there were only three channels on the telly (and one of those only started at 6 pm), my dad bought a brand new Saba 26-inch (whoo-hoo) colour CRT television in a (very 1970s) white melamine casing the size of a small Wimpey house. It weas snazzy. No remote ("that's what you boys are for") but it had eight preset channels with touch (not push) buttons to select them with. And a volume knob, a knob marked "colour" which meant you could choose between good old fashioned black and white through to acid-rock inspired super-technicolor, and a knob marked "contrast" which made the picture go from completely black to blinding white.
Two men in brown coats delivered it from House of Frasier in Bournemouth in a nice box van and spent all morning twddling about two dozen other knobs with things like "vertical hold" on them behind the single speaker to get the test card picture on the screen to try to match it as closely as possible to the printed one they brought with them.
Claire said she's just bought a new TV and had it calibrated.
In the absence of a speaker to remove, and no knobs to twiddle that I can see, just how do you go about calibrating a new-fangled LED / LCD / plasma / OLED / whatever-will-they-think-of-next TV? (Apart, that is, from handing over small bundles of tenners to a bloke with a feng shui t-shirt, some oddly shaped crystals and a goatee to dance round it naked [so that's what you were really paying for, right Claire?] doing "native American" chants at three in the morning during a lunar eclipse?)
Two men in brown coats delivered it from House of Frasier in Bournemouth in a nice box van and spent all morning twddling about two dozen other knobs with things like "vertical hold" on them behind the single speaker to get the test card picture on the screen to try to match it as closely as possible to the printed one they brought with them.
Claire said she's just bought a new TV and had it calibrated.
In the absence of a speaker to remove, and no knobs to twiddle that I can see, just how do you go about calibrating a new-fangled LED / LCD / plasma / OLED / whatever-will-they-think-of-next TV? (Apart, that is, from handing over small bundles of tenners to a bloke with a feng shui t-shirt, some oddly shaped crystals and a goatee to dance round it naked [so that's what you were really paying for, right Claire?] doing "native American" chants at three in the morning during a lunar eclipse?)