I do hate those blogging gaps that just creep up on you. A week and a half passes with not a thing written – and not because of a lack of suitable material either, I might add. The lack of anything around these parts is really down to two things. Firstly, a lack of opportunity to write anything during work hours. This is my favourite way of blogging because, let’s face it, it’s a damn sight more interesting than doing real work and I’m getting paid for it. But no more, for a mixture of paranoia and a newly found work ethic have put paid to that. To be precise, the paranoia has created a work ethic because I’m terrified of the day when my boss calls me into his office and says, “Now, what’s this ‘Liberal Elite’ website we see you visit for at least two hours every day?”
The second reason can be attributed purely to the fact that I bought the first season of Lost on DVD approximately two weeks ago and Lady Sane and I have been totally addicted to it. We came to this one a bit late – I can’t really be bothered to diarise screenings of TV shows, and then have to sit through the adverts and wait another week to see the next one – but it is, to be frank, fucking excellent. Totally absorbing, quality television just like The Sopranos, The West Wing, Desperate Housewives, 24 and (so I’m told although I’ve never watched them) CSI and The Wire. Programmes of this quality only ever come out of the US. Why can’t WE make something like this? We just get unambitious toss like Doctor Who, The Bill and Holby Bastard City.
Anyway, we got to the end of season one last night, which should free up a bit of time in the evenings; time to spend a bit more time writing this here blog. That is, until I buy season two…