corner gas

That show I linked to yesterday and how I know it exists:

About two years ago, five Canadians and I accidentally spent Thanksgiving (Canadian version) at FOB Delaram. It used to be a Soviet base, and there's a tower they built that we spent a good part of the night in, instead of the beds that had been scrounged up for us. Why? Because someone had vodka, and where else do you drink vodka?

Things that had also been scrounged for my edification: pasta with cheese and gravy (chips were unavailable), small packets of fake maple syrup that got mixed with the vodka after we'd drunk enough to think that was a good idea (it wasn't), and fossilised nanaimo bars from someone's mum.  The pasta was actually not bad. I liked it better than poutine. You may all make horrified faces at me now.

And someone had Corner Gas on a USB drive. I have very hazy memories of watching most of series one that night, passing the USB drive from laptop to laptop as batteries surrendered under the onslaught of  Brent being hilarious, Wanda being frighteningly smart, and Hank being...Hank. It was quite an experience.

The next day they went on their way, and I went on to Bastion, and googled Corner Gas. It was conveniently on youtube, and a good thing too, because I don't think they ever made region 2 DVDs of it. There you go. Happy belated Thanksgiving, Canada. 

champagne

This is reatlyy great you know, good champagne and Lestrade and boxers and all. Especially Lestrade. Try to tell him how much i love him but I think it comes outwrtong maybe, or not enough, or something. Anyway it's alot. I mean, singing in mpublic and ridiculouls storeies and everything. just everything. Yeah. It's important.

And he's got pretty eyelashes. Going to sleep now. 

dear internet

 Dear Internet,

Sorry for being drunk all over you last night. It was impolite and uncalled for, but don't worry, I'm suffering for it today.

I probably owe you (or at least Lestrade) an explanation (and it's easier to write it down than say it to his face). And it won't hurt to have the boys hear it either. One thing therapy (or maybe it was blogging?) does teach you is to say things out loud that you'd really not rather even think.

skip this one

You'd think in a city the size of London, running into someone I know would be relatively unlikely.

First Mike, now my sister. Perhaps I was asking for it, going to the pub three times in one week. I suppose she hits them all eventually. Maybe she has a rota drawn up.

I may be a bit drunk at the moment as well.