Period dramas

I really hate TV shows that have to base the scope of their story lines in a specific time period.

It results in some of the most monotonous programming I've ever seen.

If you live in the UK, you're not doubt familiar with the TV show Heartbeat.

It's set in the sixties, and has been since 1992. That means that it's been the sixties for the last fifteen years. But it feels like twenty, so by now they should all be listening to Frankie goes to Hollywood and wearing dinner jackets with the sleeves rolled up.

At least other period dramas have the decency to make a mini-series. They're the only TV show to drag out a dead donkey for fifteen pain staking years.

YOU ARE MAKING MY SUNDAY NIGHTS AT MY MUM'S HOUSE MISERABLE. STOP IT AND SACK YOUR ACTORS.

My morning routine

It never goes to plan.

Even though my routine is exactly that, it is always a routine of regular mistakes and mishaps.

To illustrate this, I've collated a list of events that happen most mornings.

• Wake up, switch off the radio, sit up-right, and activate the same creaky spring that wakes my girlfriend up every morning.


• Put my slippers on whilst catching a sock, a t-shirt or some jeans in them in the process. This takes 20-25 seconds, even though they're slip-ons.


• Walk downstairs into the kitchen, and go to get the cereal. Rice Crispies. Promptly open the wrong cupboard. Open the right cupboard. Get the cereal, milk it, and go watch TV until 6:15.


• Get into the bathroom, and close the door. Realise the light switch is on the outside of the bathroom. Open the door. Turn on the light. Blind my dozing girlfriend. Close the door.


• Get naked. Turn on the shower, and step in. Only when my feet are wet, do I realise I've forgotten to get a towel.


• Get out of shower with wet feet. Go through (now naked and cold) to the airing cupboard to collect a towel.


• Get in the shower, now with said towel outside.


• Whilst washing with the soap, drop it at least twice at all costs.


• Hit my elbow against either the wall or the temperature guage, or both. This inevitably makes the water inhospitable because it's too hot, or too cold. Re-adjust. Hit it again. Re-adjust, and then drop the soap. Ad infinitum.


• Dry myself off and brush my teeth.

By now, my routine has worn off, and I'm awake enough to shake off the absent-mindedness and continue with the rest of my day.

I hope that next time you do something really stupid in the morning that you do quite regularly, you'll think of this blog, and curse me for being so darn observant.