I LOVE Liz Lemon

So, as I told you last time, my flatmate and I now have cable TV. This is what has kept me going through the aforementioned shitty autumn of 2009.

When I was a kid it felt like we were the only family in Newcastle who didn't have Sky TV. My parents stubbornly refused to give in, however much I begged (and continued to beg, year after year after year). They said I watched "enough crap as it is". Well, parents, I can now confidently reveal that you were wrong. For now that I have all those extra channels, I know for certain that I have not been watching enough crap.

On Saturday my flatmate went away and left me alone with the cable, so this weekend I have done very little except (a) sleep, (b) carb-load and (c) watch multiple episodes of: True Blood, The Real Housewives Of Atlanta, Hung, Samantha Who?, 30 Rock, Buffy The Vampire Slayer (I don't care, I like it) and Sex And The City. I've also got a lot of America's Next Top Model waiting for me, and I'm toying with series-linking The Ellen Degeneres Show. I am starting to develop genuine emotion for the cable box. I think I'm in love with it.

Also, if it weren't for cable, I would not have learnt Liz Lemon's airtight technique for getting out of jury duty: just dress up as Princess Leia. I leave you with the evidence.


[Incidentally, when I started looking for a 30 Rock clip on YouTube to share with you, it popped up with a list of videos 'Recommended For You'. Apparently YouTube thinks that I need to watch a video about how to find a bra that fits. Because if your friends won't tell you that your breasts look like two puppies fighting in a sack, YouTube will.]