Once a speccy git...
Last night on TV: Daniel Radcliffe playing the extremely shortsighted son of Rudyard Kipling. Who, pushed by his ultrapatriotic dad tries (and in the end manages) to enlist for WWI despite failing all his medicals due to his myopia. In other words, sent to his death by his own father.
Could be considered to be a bit of typecasting, that.
Other amusing bits on the telly: Jonathan Rhys Meyers snarling and generally chewing the scenery as Henry VIII. And next week, reruns of Torchwood start again, oh joy!
minavox, I suggest we only stay at accomodation with TV so that you don't miss out on all the wackiness that is currently on the box here.