Last evening's estimated 5.972-mile round trip hike to Fleetwood's Save-On-Foods went well enough, and I returned home to find my younger brother busy frying up a little meat in the kitchen. I doubt that he noticed me come into the house and head on upstairs to my bedroom to dress down.
As I had written in yesterday's blog post, I wanted for us to sample the old BBC T.V. series Bergerac, so I tuned in the premiere episode ("Picking It Up") via our Android TV Box after I got around to joining him.
There are a lot of seasons and episodes, so we'll be involved with the series for a long, long time!
I enjoyed it, and noticed immediately that the theme music was reminiscent of the series' predecessor, Shoestring. And I see now in Wikipedia that a 'reboot' series of Bergerac is set to debut next year, so I will be tuning that one in as well.
I am unfamiliar with lead actor John Nettles, but he seems capable enough. Cécile Paoli in a supporting role is so naturally beautiful that I took to the actress almost immediately. I am a total sucker for her type ─ such as Claudine Longet before her, and singer Alizée well after.
And damn! I was just about to say that she reminded me of the naturally beautiful French lead actress in the four-part miniseries set during World War II titled Fair Stood the Wind for France, and now I see that it was indeed the same soft-spoken French maiden!
Unfortunately I can not share this revelation with my brother because he drank himself insensible enough that he quickly passed out early into Bergerac well before her introduction and he remained so for nearly all of the episode. He will not have any memory of her whatsoever.
At least he retained consciousness for the next show I tuned in: The Morning Show ─ specifically, season three's episode six ("The Stanford Student").
However, I ought to qualify that claim, for his consciousness is not equal to someone else's when he is that plastered. Just over half way through the episode, he stupidly asked me if Jennifer Aniston (he could name actually name her) had been written out of the series ... 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚!
The dimwit could not remember her at all ─ he feebly attempted to cover for this duncehood by dismissively grumbling something like, "Well, they all look alike."
After the episode he watched a couple or so random wildlife predation YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, and then he retired to his bedroom for the night.
I had managed to drink three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) over the evening with him, and I believe that I may not have gotten to bed until around 3:30 a.m.
I did feel a tad rough this morning, but even just late nights tend to do that to me without the requirement of drinking.
My morning officially began no later than 8:30 a.m. when I rose. After 9 a.m. I was not only able to get control of the T.V. ahead of my brother, but he never ventured forth from his bedroom until somewhere around 9:45 a.m.
I was already watching T.V. via our Android TV Box by then.
We were to watch together three videos of weak interest ─ I will list them, but offer no description:
- Uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Unacceptable Fringe channel: Trudeau PASSES new bill to CONTROL FOOD SUPPLY (13:26)
- Published September 24 to BitChute's Scotty Bampot Law of the Land channel: 44 Documents - that show the Flat Earth... (28:41)
- Published yesterday to BitChute's Sergeant Major channel: OOPS, HE SAID THE QUIET PART OUT LOUD... [2024-09-30] - NEIL MCCOY-WARD (VIDEO) (18:08)
Then I tuned in a video I had previously downloaded, but it offered so little of fundament that I will not offer a description for it, either:
- Uploaded October 13, 2020, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Top 10 Terrifying Animals That Actually Exist (12:36)
Our final video was excellent, but we had to postpone its final portion so that my brother could obtain some bed rest very late in the forenoon, so I will report on it when it has been fully watched.
I never sought my needed nap until into the early afternoon after my brother had finished resting and left afoot for a bus to begin his daily drinking somewhere.
The day had considerable morning sunshine, but it largely clouded over by the afternoon.
My wife had the day off work, so she did not venture from her bedroom until after my brother had gone for the day. She was to prepare a delicious spicy supper later in the day!
While I was napping, she headed out on errands. Her eldest son was probably working a 12-hour day shift (6 a.m. to 6 p.m.) at Tree Island Steel; and her youngest son had left midday or soon after on his motorcycle, so she locked the door when she left because I was napping and no one else was here.
By late afternoon I was feeling in need of a boost, so into the early evening I ventured downstairs to the T.V. and used our Android TV Box to tune in FBI: International ─ episode four ("Cowboy Behavior") of season three.
Often over the years I have wished that I could find myself coinciding with a trapped sex-trafficked lass, and be her saviour in liberation, winning her total desperate trust and ushering her away to sanctuary, and helping keep her hidden from her enslaving pimp(s).
So it was quite an involving episode. I had no trouble downing a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol) before the show had quite concluded. By then I had a most pleasant buzz happening.
Thereafter I dished up some supper and devoured it here at my bedside computer.
I plan to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for one of my five-mile+ walks, so I will be getting to bed well before 10 p.m. ─ the nearer 9:30 p.m., the better.
And so I cam concluding today's post right now at 9:04 p.m.
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