Haven’t had much time of late. Rehearsing two shows, working out, and being with the family has kept me away from the laptop. However, I have been able to indulge in a new obsession. Having run out of sweeping nautical epics to watch while on the treadmill, I have heeded the advice of that crusty sage, Steve Pickering, and begun watching Life On Mars. A BBC show that showed up last year, it’s a cop-drama with a time-travel twist, stranding a modern detective in the 1973 Manchester police force. Just superb. I wish I had occasion to add, "You’re nicked!" to my vocabulary.
I finished watching the first series two nights ago, and I hope to get my hands on series two soon. Meanwhile, I received the third season of Deadwood for Father’s Day. I’ve seen it before, of course, but it might be a good way to kill time until I can return to Mars. You can never get enough Deadwood – the vulgarity alone takes on Shakespearean proportions.
Cheers,
DB
