AT 9am on December 10, it passed away, bringing to a quiet end a program of digital changeover that began in Mildura way back in 2010.

Melbourne and surrounds were the final spots in our nation to have access to the service before the switch was flicked.

Although gee, I wish Sydney had been last. That iconic vision of Bruce Gyngell uttering the famous words "Good evening, welcome to television" on September 16, 1956 was filmed in Australia's first TV station, TCN 9, in the NSW capital.

Oh well. It seems there's no place for nostalgia in this brave new world of techno-junk that succeeds at one thing, and one thing only: cluttering my coffee table with too many remotes.

While I'm sounding like a grumpy old woman muttering expletives at the winds of change, let me get this off my chest.

Why did they replace analogue with a system of signals that appears to be clearly inferior?

While I do remember the days of leaning at 45-degree angles with one leg in the air while holding rabbit-ear antennae aloft in a desperate attempt to see Pat Cash win Wimbledon, they are long gone.

Modern analogue, certainly this decade, was pretty damn good.

Digital, on the other hand, is dodgy. Clouds in the sky, thunderstorms approaching or a bit of wind all send our set top box into staccato flashes of error.

And another thing. Our TV at home is 80 square analogue centimetres of Panasonic's finest.

It is TV's woolly mammoth, but this thing will not die, even after almost 15 years.

Show me a digital flat screen that will last as long.