“What do you want to watch?” Sky asked as part of last year’s high-profile advertising campaign that reeled my husband in hook, line and sinker. As an Aussie living in London getting up at 6am and dragging his carcass to the nearest Walkabout Bar for a morning of Southern Hemisphere sport started to lose its appeal as the English winter hit. His flippant remarks of ‘maybe we should get Sky’ turned into something more immediate and solemn. I, however, have yet to relent. Do I really want my weekends underscored with grunting Wallabies and the drone of Formula 1 cars? Do I want my Friday night viewing to consist of second-rate movies that weren’t worth going to the cinema for or those dreadful reality TV shows starring Jordan and Peter Andre? Lastly, do I really want to pay £40 a month for the privilege? My answer has always been a big resounding “no” but now I’m starting to soften, thanks to Sky digital channel 267, otherwise known as Artsworld.