text: Also finally saw how Warsaw Spies turned out - I was watching it and the cable went out about 15 mins from the end, and stayed out for the rest of the week so I ordered the dvd on Amazon, and, bless, they had it to me before the end of the week, and it wasn't their fault it took until now for me to have the personal time and space to unwrap it, space/time achieved by a fortress of solitude/used manky tissues.
  DT was not quite so convincing as the heroic studmuffin (he does worn out old coppers better), but I enjoyed it. Very Buchan Boys Own adventure, but as I'm 75% of my way through a Buchan compilation right now, clearly I'm not entirely adverse to that sort of thing.
  Also working my way through Catcher in the Rye, which I never read at school because it was a Banned Work (we were and remain conservative) but I'm reading now as it's quoted often in US telly, as they assume you actually have read it at school, and it's okay, but as I was warned, and it indeed is true, that reading it as an adult makes you want to slap young, self absorbed young Holden into next week, and probably a little bit further. Quite a bit further. If he goes on about stuff being phony once more I'll puke.
  That's pretty much it. Some True Blood viewing, the most frustrating and satisfying show of the week (some plotlines drive me up the wall, other characters don't get their kit off nearly enough). Because I'm shallow like that (and as I try to watch the nearest dammit to US broadcast screening on Foxtel, because, hey, LA Times, spoilers, I'm usually watching it just after I get home from work on Mondays, after the monster commute, so I'm in no fit state to watch it for any more than the shallowest reasons, with my cup of tea and a biscuit).