I'm Sorry For Doing This To You Again.
If you've been reading my journal for a while, you may be aware that I tend to revisit the things I've enjoyed. I often go back to rewatch or replay my favourite canons.
If you've been reading my journal for a long while, you may be aware of my obsession with terrible BBC school drama Waterloo Road in my early twenties.
I realise that these two facts do not paint a promising picture.
I honestly didn't expect to watch Waterloo Road again. When the ill-advised urge hit me, I wasn't sure I'd be able to dig up my DVDs; I thought there was a chance I'd got rid of them in a moment of clearer thinking. But no; they were still at my parents' house. Still with the HMV price stickers on, as a terrible reminder of how much I spent on this ridiculous show.
I'm starting with series three, as I seem to recall that that's where the show hits its stride. Whether it's a good stride is a matter of debate, but it's the show's stride, and it's hit it. I don't have the first two series on disc, which may also be a relevant consideration, but I'd probably buy them if I thought they were worth watching. (None of Waterloo Road is worth watching.)
I'm three episodes into series three of Waterloo Road, and I'm enjoying it enormously. It's so stupid. There's always so much going on. In episode one, two sixteen-year-olds get married. By episode three, one of the newlywed teenagers is cheating on her brand new husband with her sister's boyfriend. These three episodes have also included an underground school fight club and an attempted murder, not to mention the other infidelity storyline going on. None of these characters waste any time; they are constantly going full throttle, making as many terrible decisions as they possibly can. I'm having a blast.
While I'm watching or playing things, I'll often take notes on my phone for later Dreamwidth entries. On checking my notes app today, I discovered I had made a note titled 'Waterloo Road' at 1.20 in the morning. It contained exactly one sentence: 'Brett Aspinall looks like a smug ghost.' Apparently I'd woken in the middle of the night, had this revelation and decided I had to record it immediately.
I'm troubled to realise that, in some aspects, Brett Aspinall reminds me a little of Light Yagami. I would pay so much money to see a version of Death Note where, when Ryuk first drops his notebook, it falls to the ground at Waterloo Road. Instant and guaranteed disaster.
If you've been reading my journal for a long while, you may be aware of my obsession with terrible BBC school drama Waterloo Road in my early twenties.
I realise that these two facts do not paint a promising picture.
I honestly didn't expect to watch Waterloo Road again. When the ill-advised urge hit me, I wasn't sure I'd be able to dig up my DVDs; I thought there was a chance I'd got rid of them in a moment of clearer thinking. But no; they were still at my parents' house. Still with the HMV price stickers on, as a terrible reminder of how much I spent on this ridiculous show.
I'm starting with series three, as I seem to recall that that's where the show hits its stride. Whether it's a good stride is a matter of debate, but it's the show's stride, and it's hit it. I don't have the first two series on disc, which may also be a relevant consideration, but I'd probably buy them if I thought they were worth watching. (None of Waterloo Road is worth watching.)
I'm three episodes into series three of Waterloo Road, and I'm enjoying it enormously. It's so stupid. There's always so much going on. In episode one, two sixteen-year-olds get married. By episode three, one of the newlywed teenagers is cheating on her brand new husband with her sister's boyfriend. These three episodes have also included an underground school fight club and an attempted murder, not to mention the other infidelity storyline going on. None of these characters waste any time; they are constantly going full throttle, making as many terrible decisions as they possibly can. I'm having a blast.
While I'm watching or playing things, I'll often take notes on my phone for later Dreamwidth entries. On checking my notes app today, I discovered I had made a note titled 'Waterloo Road' at 1.20 in the morning. It contained exactly one sentence: 'Brett Aspinall looks like a smug ghost.' Apparently I'd woken in the middle of the night, had this revelation and decided I had to record it immediately.
I'm troubled to realise that, in some aspects, Brett Aspinall reminds me a little of Light Yagami. I would pay so much money to see a version of Death Note where, when Ryuk first drops his notebook, it falls to the ground at Waterloo Road. Instant and guaranteed disaster.