How we spent our holidays.
Last week neither of us had much work and so we drove up to the coast. We stopped at a small fishing village we love and booked into the hotel overlooking the harbour. As soon as we arrived it started to rain and continued to do so for the next four days with the sky and sea meeting and then lost together in grey. Oh dear. So we mostly stayed in bed. And thanks to a combo of the hotel's free WiFi and illegal downloading -
'The Messengers' - I have no idea. Something about strangers with no obvious connection drawn to each other and having an adventure. I remember a similar storyline many years ago in a book written by Dean R. Koontz before he started wearing a wig.
'Game of Thrones' - if the scene between Tyrion and Dany had been a competition in the acting stakes, the final score would have been: Peter Dinklage, 109 points vs chick with bad hair, -943 points. It was a massacre.
'The Leftovers' - I like the idea that nothing has been explained as far as the disappearances are concerned. Wow, and there's Christopher Ecclestone - I think I first saw him in a drama series titled 'Our Friends in the North' which regardless of your political leanings you might enjoy - and look at him now. Also, I would very much like to photograph the actress who plays the daughter.
'Mad Men' - I've watched every episode. Toots (not my girlfriend's real name) had been waiting to watch the last two episodes back to back. So we watched the penultimate one. Ah, Don removes a heavy weight from his shoulders and then lessons in life are proffered and learned.
We took a break. I fielded many "What do you think is going to happen in the last episode?" questions. Then I told her I wasn't going to watch it. And her reaction was that you would think I'd committed a crime. At one point she tried to punch me in the back of the head when no one was looking. How could I choose not to see the final episode?! I don't know. Maybe I simply lost interest in the show very late in the day. Anyway, I borrowed an umbrella, went out in the rain to buy fish and chips, smuggled them in to the hotel, and then "...do you want me to tell you now it ended?" Okay, go ahead. So she did, in great detail, before saying "...but I don't really get it" delivered with a furrowed brow and pout. And she wasn't at all amused by my suggestion of ...and they lived happily ever after.