I've Got A Pain In The Arse Called Sam.

Right. It turns out that the modem had died, rather than its being a problem with the phone lines, as I had assumed due to the problems starting when our telephones were out. This means that I can now access the Internet again! Hurrah!

Our time in Spain was really just a regular Evans family holiday: I dreamt that I met Holmes and Watson, who were talking soft toy ducks; we got kicked out of the villa; you know, the usual. I'm sure you don't want to hear about that right now. Have my thoughts on the eighth episode of Life on Mars.

( Life on Mars, Episode Eight. )

I’ve really enjoyed doing these running commentaries. They necessitate lots of pausing and backtracking, but all that really does is turn a very enjoyable hour of watching Life on Mars into a very enjoyable two-and-a-half hours of watching and squealing about and yelling at Life on Mars, and if you’ve got the time that can only be a good thing. I don’t know whether I’ll do it for other shows in the future, though. As I’ll probably be watching the next series as it airs, I certainly won’t be able to write in anything like this much detail then. Alas.

For those of you who haven't watched Life on Mars: do. It is absolutely fantastic. I've never seen a series before that was so consistently good.