Barry (the TV remote) has seen better days. His battery compartment is held together by a (not too sticky) piece of sticky tape, some of his buttons have been pecked and chewed by the bird, and he makes my hand smell a bit funny if I hold him too long.
Kevin (the Sky+ remote) is in much better condition, but has a penchant for hiding amongst the sofa cushions, which can be irritating when urgent channel-hopping is needed.