Even now, if I haven't Sky+-ed something and it comes on, I'll live pause it and go and make a tea or something so that when the ads come on I can fast-forward them.
In some ways, it's a better experience in the comfort of my home, where I can fast-forward through the commercials and have the option of pausing to order a pizza.
Future generations consuming the whole shebang over several days of binge-watching will do well to remember that – and to raise a tankard of mead to those comrades who fell before the finishing line, or who said: "Sod this for a game of soldiers, I'll wait for the DVDs so I can fast-forward through all the boring bits".
So my TiVo can build a nice little buffer I can fast-forward, you know.
I can consolidate and sync my numerous calendars; I can fast-forward through voicemails.
If I may brag a little, no one can fast-forward like I can, compressing two recorded hours of "The Voice" into 34 minutes and the "Idol" finale on Thursday night into about 19, including the pauses to top off my Chablis and brush the cracker crumbs from my comforter.
You can fast-forward, and I suppose most people do — skip the chatter; get to the sex — but, personally, after going straight to the carnal moments the first five or six times I relived a scene, I liked to go back and hear what I'd had to say, what she'd had to say, no matter how banal it might sound now.
When I come back I fast forward through the sequence.
He can backpedal faster than I can run forward".
