I recently watched a few earlier episodes of TV drama The Sopranos. A series that, despite it's final episode being over ten years old, maintains a lofty perch on the Gary Strachan shelves of sanctuary. You may wonder what the heck the Gary Strachan shelves of sanctuary represent. As I've just making up the term,... Continue Reading →
Dreaming of a Walter White Christmas
I didn't watch much TV over the recently departed festive period. A paucity of broadcasting that would 'float my boat', such as a Breaking Bad Christmas special, meant the gogglebox and I were predominantly estranged over Yuletide and New Years. A Breaking Bad Christmas special, with Santa suit clad Walter White and Jesse Pinkerman crooning... Continue Reading →