That is exactly what I hear when the other half is giving me grief. I switch off and all that registers is a kind of droning, nasal sound reminiscent of white noise.

What makes him think for one second that I'm interested in listening to some sort of bitch-fest about things that I have no control over? So I nod my head and agree, when all the time I'm wishing that he came with a mute button so I can hear the telly and not him.