Almost finished scene six - could almost be said to be "on a roll".
I wanted to advertise how much I'm loving
a) Oracle Night
b) Desperate Housewives.
Arrived home from a shift at Southwark last night just in time for the latter. My sympathy for the neglected parent Bree - her tearaway son is a dope-smoking Daddy's boy - reached new heights when she sent him off to brat camp.
And the comedy death of Gabrielle's hated mother-in-law was a joy. Gloriously tasteless tv.