"Is it my imagination or are you starting to enjoy yourself?"

First things first, RIP Paul Newman. He seemed to me like a genuinely good man who put his life and the money he made to selfless good use. Here's to you, sir.

Second - the weekend. Namely catching up on various films and TV.

It kicked off with Lost in Austen. Highly enjoyable though not as funny as the previous eps. ( And then we'll all spend the rest of our lives in therapy - it'll be fine. SPOILERS... )

And then it was on to Merlin. I was describing it to a visiting friend and we turned it on because she couldn't quite believe it was quite so blatant as all that. To be honest I was beginning to wonder if I had somehow imagined it. The verdict? ( Oh dear god. No. No I really hadn't. SPOILERS... )

And finally! I watched a few films. Black Sheep - essentially an Australian New Zealand Shaun of the Dead with zombie sheep. Very silly but great fun. Then next up we tackled The Good Son - written by Ian McEwan and starring a very, very young Elijah Wood and Macaulay Culkin. Though very gutting and bleak, this was actually a very nicely done, dark film. No special effects, just a creepily good tale of a young sociopath quietly turning on his family.

Add onto this a very nice adaptation of Tess of the D'Urbervilles (although I do think Angel looks 12), and SJA starting up again tomorrow, and all of a sudden the TV schedules are looking surprisingly bright - huzzah!