We therefore depend upon Netflix (order up dvds on your computer and they are delivered in the order you request to your postbox) for our winter viewing pleasures. I’ve just yaktraked up drive and across the road to reach our postbox to post off 2 episodes of MI5, a British tv show to which we have lately become addicted . It concerns a team of 5 good looking people who we are meant to believe work for the British Secret Service and who each week save the oblivious population from unspeakable perils using fabulous high tech equipment. Bearing in mind that to us an ipod is high tech and the only perils we face involve ordering from the local Chinese Takeaway, we are enthralled. Also, they keep knocking off lead characters which adds a certain exciting edge to the episodes. "What?" I shriek. "They've shot Adam?" And the screen went blank. “ SURELY they wouldn’t kill Adam. Would they? He’s the star!!!” "Tell that to the turkey" said my husband.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Jack Russell training tips
For those of you who live outside the US, it is a mystifying fact of American life that we are offered over 150 television stations with close to nothing of interest on any of them. We have shows called, "Improve your Bust", "Say the Rosary with Sister Angelica", "Foot Health", and, my personal favourite, "Turkey Shoot". We clicked on "Turkey Shoot" once when we first came here. We'd just settled with a pizza and a glass of wine, turned on the telly and saw this big old turkey waddling through a forest, clucking and humming a happy turkey tune when suddenly BLAM he was SHOT. Blown up. Exploded. "Did you see that?" I shouted at my husband who was staring at the screen goggle eyed , mozzerella dripping onto his shoes. SOMEBODY SHOT THAT TURKEY.What kind of a nature show is that?"