Addicted

My addiction to boxsets is becoming insane. After demolishing The Wire like Augustus Gloop wolfing Will Wonka choccys I have now moved on to the next meal - Band of Brothers. Again I am more than slightly late to the party but at least now I am at the party at all and, like an univited gate crasher, I will now proceed to massacre the buffet and then pretend that I have been here all along.

I have heard practically universal praise for Band of Brothers and am well aware of it's "most expensive ambitious TV behemoth since time began" tag. Hopefully I will be able to assess it on it's own merits and enjoy it rather than constantly measuring it in relation to The Wire. It is possible that instead I will constantly be comparing and the affair may turn into a Hollyoaks-esque storyline. I, the jilted lover, will find solace in the arms of a friend who was there for me when my longtime partner walked out only to spurn them on the basis that they are not quite as good as the bastard who upped and left in the first place. Maybe The Wire will haunt me for the rest of my life making me haughtily dismiss any book, film or TV show as inferior only to end up bereft of entertainment and alone with an empty DVD shelf unit and a broken heart.

Let's hope that Band of Brothers soothes my soul and teaches me how to love again; I don't feel I can commit to a new relationship at the moment but maybe with the aid of times healing balm I can find something new to fill the void that The Wire has left.