This is just not good enough. The infrequent updates to this blog since I joined Facebook and later Twitter is ridiculous. My apologies.

Since last we've moved house, to lovely Ealing from dreadful Stratford (well, it was quickly turning into a hell-hole). I spent all of my savings on the move, and am now spending my time whining about the lack of money. And the cold. Because, friends, I have turned into a Brit. Well, almost. Also, this house is bloody cold all year round. Brilliant if it's scorching outside, but whenever does that actually happen in good ol' Blighty? Well, just about once or twice a year. (I haven't heard of rhetorical questions.)

My job seems insecure; they keep moving people around, others quit and I'm left in the dark as per usual. This started happening just about two seconds after we signed the contract for this place, of course. Fuck you. Anyway, I'm pretending nothing is going on. Alcohol helps. Also, lashes of good telly. We've kept ourselves busy lately (re)watching Fringe, Hornblower, then Sharpe, and next up is a disturbing combination of Eureka, Upstairs, Downstairs (good luck with that before this autumn's revisit to 165 Eaton Place, 35 years after the last series was produced), Dexter and Lie to Me. We'll just have to see.

I think I may have been to the theatre once this year...only I cannot for the life of me remember what that could have been. Maybe it was just a dream.

My plan for tomorrow is to win the top prize in the EuroMillions. Don't know how else I'm going to get any funds.

However, this is merely a bleak, selfish view on things and my life is much better than most others', it's just very annoying that Life is so attached to Money. The Bastard Twins.

In other news, I have been enjoying a lot of brilliant telly and gaming lately, and more is yet to come! Of course Downton Abbey is an important feature on Sundays in this household, although it is being taped for the simple reason that it's on ITV (read: ad breaks) whereas the excellent Single Father (read: David Tennant) is on the Beeb (read: no ad breaks) at the same time. Thank Bob we don't we don't have Sky (can't afford a satellite dish AS WELL), because then we'd have to have a second DVD recorder to tape Thorne on Sky1. Not that it had great reviews, but I quite like David Morrissey. Speaking of which, my old DVD recorder is on the blink (in a "Panasonic-on-the-blink" kind of way, which means it gives out weird error messages now and then but works as it should...most of the time. Sony FTW!), so I have got hold of a few blank DVDs to save the contents of the hard drive. OK, so I got 300. I am very impressed with Total Blank Media; they shipped my DVDs nine minutes after my order was accepted! The most important bit was that they carry Taiyo Yuden DVDs, of course. And yes, I did the "smell test" once I got the discs. Mmmm.

What was I saying? Oh, something about telly shows. Hmm... Right. We're watching 71 Degrees North (a title which should be familiar to Norwegians out there), mostly in order to have a laugh at what we deem to be whiny British celebs trying to survive in minus 40 degrees. HA HA HAAAH! Then again, I've never camped outside in anything below zero (centigrades) myself. #NorwegianGirlGuideFAIL

Well, at least I've managed to pay the gas bill.

You can still cry at my tweets and my new gaming blog (well, it's my main interest, anyway; may as well cave in).

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