Here's a thing. I forgot I even had a blog. All the time I read other blogs, thinking, gosh, I'd like one of those. And here I had one all the time! Shame I have nothing to write in it.

So, what do I have to share with the world? Not a huge amount generally. There is the ongoing saga of my heroic battle with the Infestation of Evilmice (bigger, scarier and generally more evil than your common or garden mouse.) The foster cat, named Mrs. Squeak. The fact that Honey The Special Needs Collie just got her paws stuck in the top of the garden fence. I think Spring is here at last.

I must concur with friend and fellow blogger Minnie from Talesfromthecanalside. Being Human is the best telly since Doctor Who. I don't watch TV much, aside from Brainrotting Time, I mean Cartoon Network. But occasionally something grabs me, and Being Human has done that right from the off - I watched the pilot episode and was hooked.

It's an amazing show. The suspension in my suspension of disbelief has never so much as creaked. The writing is clever, but also moving and true (maaaan). The actors put so much soul into their performance. There are lots of shades of grey, good and evil are not so much descriptions as arbitary labels, and I LOVE that. I think there might be a teeeeeeensy little atheist agenda, (the scariest baddies are the fundamentalist Christians) but I find myself able to cope with this with eqanimity. I like my heroes flawed, and in Mitchell, George and Annie we have a very, very human trio of foibles and weirdness. (I will not use this blog to have a go at Another Vampire Story, but seriously - sparkly perfect Mormon Meyerpires vs sweaty conflicted on-the-wagon gore-fest Mitchell = NO CONTEST.)

The best thing - and the thing that qualifies BH for entry into Geek Hall Of Fame - is that it stays with you. I want to know more. I want to know Everything, but everything. The producers are helping me with this with the wonderful online prequels and character blogs, actual genius I call it. They should probably write some books, as long as they write them well and don't annoy me by being shit.

The worst thing is that I have large patio doors and if I forget to close the blinds before watching BH I then have to approach them sneakily, lean in at a contorted angle and reach across a table to pull the blinds without the werewolves/ bad guys seeing me and coming in to kill me. True.

That is all. See you in six months, probably.