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Mum bought me a portable DVD player because I don't have a tv.
I didn't actually ask for it, we were buying her a fridge and the phones that ended up with Dad knocking out the Internet connection (d'oh!)
But Mum was impressed with the way I marched in and demanded attention from the young ginger chap, which to be fair wasn't hard, just smiled and was up front about what she needed. She still feels intimidated by these places and people. So she asked if there was anything I wanted, and I asked for a discount and therefore left with a tiny lickle portable.
Which goes the long way round to saying I've rewatched Psychoville. Both series, but not the Halloween Special, sadly. Forgot how amazeballs it was. Even the back of my head looks good, even if it's as fat as David's. Although we've both lost weight since then.
The first series is possibly funnier than I gave it credit for. The second is so full of hurt and detail, pathos and shock. Classic Steve and Reece. And so jammed full of the best of British I can't even.
Watched about five hours of it last night (commentaries included) because I had to let Diz have his way.
He was fed and watered while I was gone, but he can't cope without person-love. Or more precisely me-love. So if Diz wants to break his purr box within a few hours of me coming home, the least I can do is stay up to listen.
Glad BBC3 has gone now.
The League were told not to bother submitting any scripts because they were "too old."
Ha. Tell that to Doctor Who, Sherlock et al.
Oh and Reece is in a new series (which I won't be able to watch) but Boyd Hilton - long term League fan and ace reviewer - had as his Pick of the Day on Wednesday.
ETA is was Jennifer in the car. Got that wrong. But you never see her, so it's an easy mistake to make.
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