My invisible weekend

So I spent my weekend watching season 1 of The Invisible Man in its entirety and I feel, mmm, sated. So much goodness, sweet and sad and silly, from the ultimate tragedy of Simon Cole to "Die, cuckoo clock, die!"

Of course this means I still haven't watched the last episode of Ashes to Ashes (bad fan, no cookie) or caught up with Torchwood, which I really need to do in the next couple of days. Also, the last disc of the I-Man set was badly scratched and skipping so I actually have to package it up today and send it back to Amazon for a replacement.

Still, a very good time was had the past couple of days. ;)

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I must admit that before I started watching Top Gear I never truly considered the importance of a car's suspension to the comfort of a man's scrotum.

I enjoy this show far too much for someone who doesn't even have a driver's license. Or a scrotum.