the wind's been howling for hours and the animals like to drive me bonkers, cats racing round leaping on the swivel chair throwing themselves at the window, mister rooting in the clothes hamper for a hand weight, desperate for toys i left behind, then eating cat litter, and i'm stupidly sucked into who killed little gregory again, it's in to the fifth episode and as many years or fuck knows, more, and it's a stupid industry everybody wants to keep it going and it's still in the stupid 80's, and they've gone back to scratch 3 times and it's subtitled! and everybody's still scratching their heads taking pictures and writing books loving it, well i hate the shit, and i feel like a nitwit watching it, knowing they never find out what the fuck even happened and little gregory would be middle aged by now and sick of his own story too perhaps bored to death. oh well, i had chili and pomegranite so it wasn't a total waste of time.