The dodgy box seems to be kaput. It's had a good run, but is only leaving me with RTE One and, irony of ironies, Setanta Ireland now.
Johnny says he won't fix it for me, which means he will, but maybe I'm better off away from King Of Queens and Frasier re-runs. OK, I'll have a little cry if I miss any Liverpool games, but if it means watching five series of Six Feet Under all over again it will have been worth it.
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Since I started this blog I've done reviews of the year in December. Musing on this year's categories. I'll probably just re-hash last year's and throw in a section on blogs just for the bejaysus of it.
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I'm working the 3-11 again. Last night's beer is still playing away in the gut, we had the work Cris Kindle or however you spell it. Maybe it's kringle. Meh. A good night, hadn't been out for the last week, so it was good to sit about the freeness of the liquor.