Sickness, and I spy me some spies.
It has been a hectic last couple of weeks, and the past five days I've been out pretty much non-stop from Mystery Flu, which couldn't have been H1N1 because I didn't really have a fever, but was enough to make me spend all my home-time in bed (yes, I was stupid enough to attend classes, but tried to sit as far away from everyone as possible).
So I've been familiarising myself with semi-cheesy 60's television, and by Jove, why had no-one ever told me that Man from U.N.C.L.E. is as hilarious as it is? I'm loving all the intentional and unintentional comedy and Illya and Napoleon bantering and saving the world and that occasionally This Week's Girl actually doesn't have the hots for Napoleon (like when they were at the Riviera). This is the kind of series I definitely would have adored if I had seen it as a wee child, so I feel kind of nostalgic watching it which I know doesn't really make sense, but there you go.
*snuggles back under the covers with her laptop*
So I've been familiarising myself with semi-cheesy 60's television, and by Jove, why had no-one ever told me that Man from U.N.C.L.E. is as hilarious as it is? I'm loving all the intentional and unintentional comedy and Illya and Napoleon bantering and saving the world and that occasionally This Week's Girl actually doesn't have the hots for Napoleon (like when they were at the Riviera). This is the kind of series I definitely would have adored if I had seen it as a wee child, so I feel kind of nostalgic watching it which I know doesn't really make sense, but there you go.
*snuggles back under the covers with her laptop*