Life Matters

Last night I wasted one whole hour of my precious life, this bounteous gift from the world, on bloody bloody bloody NCIS.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy????

It was horrific, and yet I could not turn away. Dear god, the sight of Mark Harmon pressed against this poor woman's body as he showed her how to plane a piece of wood. And it just went on and on and on and on.....

(Just in case you were wondering, I think the whole thing was a metaphor for something a bit naughtier than revisiting the basics of woodwork.)

I will never do that again.

Also, after watching at least three episodes of Neighbours last week - Grumpy showed great mercy - let me just say this: if we're ever estranged and you come back to the little burb where I live hoping to patch things up, and at first I give you the cold shoulder but then, slowly, things become a little friendlier between us, and then we're on an outing and you're in an accident and knocked unconscious, in that situation if I shake your shoulders, and yell at your limp body, "Don't do this to me, we've got unfinished business", you have my permission to snap straight out of your coma and hack my tongue out with whatever tool is immediately at hand in order that I may never ever inflict such rubbishy dialogue on the world again.