Accordingly, I went out and spent money I shouldn't be spending (from the rainy day fund) and bought me a DVD player.
Oh. My. Dear. Sweet. God.
Why did I not get one of these marvellous machines sooner? (Well, I know why, because we were using Tina's shagged out old telly, which could barely cope with the video, but still...)
I spent another hundred quid on DVDs -- happy birthday to me -- and have spent the whole evening:
**swooning over the picture quality of the lovely Farscape DVDs ("...Different Destinations", how I love thee, even though thou art depressing as buggery);
**replaying bits of the season one West Wing eps so I can actually *get* all the jokes. Damn, those people speak fast and they are always moving about;
**shouting foul abuse at the commentary track on *cough* A Certain DVD Which Shall Remain Nameless Because I Don't Wish To Look Even More Of A Wanker Than I Already Do.
(however, may I just say: completing the kiss, MY ARSE)
**singing along to the Muppets.
Yes, I have the Best of the Muppets on DVD. Feel free to mock.
I merely remind you that I *have* the Best of the Muppets on DVD.