That's what this is. To me at least. Something new. I've read blogs before. But there's something about watching Porky's for the umpteenth time (this week) that prompts one to start writing a diary. But not a Country Diary. Because I'm not an Edwardian Lady. Unless, of course Prince Edward takes the throne and I have a few operations...
There's something timeless and universally funny about Porky's. Aside from the fact that all the "teenagers" all look my age (thirtysomething)...their experiences are just as I remember my teenage years to be. Although spying on those I fancied was easier for me - I didn't have to sneak into the girls showers to do that...*ahem*
Not content with Porky's, I've also re-visited Blackadder this week (2,3,4) - and finally succumbed and purchased the box set (I'm surely the last one to do that in the whole world?).
And Timelash/Arc of Infinity are available on DVD from the Doctor Who vaults.
All of this 80's stuff is actually rather comforting.
Could this be a mid-life crisis?
Nah. I've not purchased the skinny jeans.
The skinny jeans must be the cloud where the 1980s are the silver lining. Surely...?
