I’m terrible at watching TV. There are so many well known series that I’ve missed out on. I think it was destroyed for me when everyone was watching lies like Made in Chelsea. It was impossible, like worse than bad acting cos it was sold as real.
Sure there’s a lot of low budget stuff outside that. “You don’t know what you mean!” I would often shout as the eyebrows bobbed up and down and the choices were so audible. But these things only have time for one or two takes per shot. This is why you have to learn your lines, kids.
This evening I’ve finally been catching up on a big one. The Wire. “That’s so obviously a costume!” I shouted about one guy who couldn’t wear his clothes. But I’m three episodes in and it’s good TV and the acting is excellent.
I casually opened one of my 1994 mouton cadet bottles assuming it would be sink juice and it defied me by being the first one that was wine. The cork disintegrated into the bottle, I’ve got no decanter. I poured a single glass and then put it into an empty white wine bottle and pumped it sealed with a vacuum. I thought I was just getting through it so I could chuck it away and get the space back so it’s comforting after three ruined bottles to find one that drinks. I just don’t want it tonight. But I had a glass while enjoying two English actors fronting this extraordinary Baltimore series.
There’s still so much to catch up on tellywise but I’m happy to finally get on the boat for The Wire. It is expansive and requires attention. But has been a good way to fill a Friday night that is way too cold. I’ve put my quilt back on. It’s still spring so I’ll forgive it, but I’m tapping the barometer obsessively, hoping for higher pressure…
AlBarclay 