Scrubs

Steph and I have, unfortunately, become completely hooked on Scrubs. Over the last few years, we've seen the odd episode on flights and that was that. But a couple of weeks ago, Steph decided to rent the first disk of the first season from Amazon. Within a couple of episodes, we were addicts. We bought the first season and a week later the second season. Now our evenings go something like this:

Do you want to watch Scrubs?
Yep.
[Three episodes later]
Do you want to watch another episode?
No. I want to watch another two.
[We watch another three.]

Sigh. Needless to say, we don't get much else done these evenings. Still, we'll be at the end of Season 2 tomorrow and Season 3 doesn't come out over here until February. Thank God.

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Abomination! Abomination!

My blood pressure can't handle this. We were walking through Borders a few days ago, which of course is full of various Narnia merchandise. My eyes skipped past it. We'll go and see the movie, and probably enjoy it. But I'm not interested in all of the commercial crap movies spew out these days.

But my eyes caught on an abomination. Yes, there is a novelisation of the movie of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. A novelisation of the movie of the book. The novelisation is called "The Quest for Aslan". Horrified, I picked it up.

Whatever you might think of the Narnia books, whether you love them, hate them or are indifferent, this is still an abomination. What a soulless thing to do to any book. My brain is heating up even thinking about it. Enough, enough!

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At bloody last

Finally, finally, finally I sent off my latest draft of The Sleepers to my agent today. This thing has been hanging over me for the last four months or so. I thought it would take a few weeks. It's got in the way of everything else I've tried to write. But now it's out my hands and I can write something new.

Right?

Something...

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Visiting

We drove down to visit my mother at the weekend. Getting there was a major adventure by itself. You can read about it in Steph's journal. I won't repeat it here because I don't know how to type the sound of grinding teeth.

Anyway, we had a great time, saw my younger brother and met his girlfriend, Gail, for the first time (she was great), and relaxed. Taking trips down south (well, a couple of hundred miles down south, anyway) is always a little revelatory. The days are longer and warmer and everything is greener. I love the north, but winters can be long and cold and dark. For England.