Resurrection

I got home this afternoon to find my parents having a blazing row about something. Sigh. I lingered for a moment and slowly realised that said blazing row was about bidets. Given that I've spent the last few days re-reading Dr Jackson's Diary again, can you blame me for wondering if fiction was becoming reality?

I have thus far resisted the temptation of shouting, "You are so gay!" at them both, because a) they wouldn't get it and b) I really don't want to perpetuate stereotypes.

Today was productive. I got my hair cut. Actually, trimmed. It now no longer looks like I have rats' tails sticking into my collar and could even be described as presentable. It's so bloody thick that I never know what to do with it. I still think that getting it cut shorter was one of the best decisions I'd made in ages.

Moving on, then, I wandered round Southport for a bit and eventually wandered into Patrick, who called me Freudian (Freudian? Freudian?! It's all about the subtext!) as we wandered round Southport discussing who could out-geek who. I so win. I write slash.

On a more serious note, thank you to everyone who offered advice. It was much appreciated, and I think things are better inside my head. Not that it's ever been a nice place in there, but it's getting better.

In other news, ( Stargate - Resurrection )

Jonathan Creek

I present to you all a question. Why do we all watch Jonathan Creek? I mean, it's not sci-fi. No aliens, no Enterprise, no snakes-in-the-head. It's not a sitcom. No nutty army doctors or crazed dead holograms or beautiful people. Neither is it a period drama with Emma Thompson. Nobody jumps into lakes while wearing white shirts and a stern expression.

It's a weird murder-mystery programme about a magician's assistant with shades of the surreal about him.

And it has Alan Davies. In fact, that may be the reason right there. Everyone watches it. Everyone has seen "the one with the nuclear bunker!" and "ohmygod, the one where she gets cut in half lengthways!" and as of last week, "the midget bodyguard got eaten by the python!"

Although I have to admit, it was more fun when Caroline Quentin was still in it. Am I the only person who ever saw the episode where Jonathan and Maddy decide to finally sleep together? The results were bloody hilarious. Actually, so was tonight's episode. Adam Klaus decides he wants to be crucified. Complete piss-take of David Blaine. I was sitting there in fits of laughter while my grandmother watched on it quiet bemusement.

I have reached a conclusion.

I watch too much television.