About six weeks ago I took the plunge and cancelled our increasingly expensive satellite subscription. Heading towards €40 a month for the odd Gogglebox and PrimeTime? I don’t think so. Look; even Great British Bake Off as we know it is gone – sure who even needs the BBC anymore now!? I pay my TV licence fee thanksverymuch so what if we have to watch the Late Late Toy Show a day late? We’ll survive with the channels own on demand apps and of course, our beloved Netflix.
When I was sitting at home in the big snow of early 2010 waiting impatiently for child number one, I happened upon Gilmore Girls repeats on the tv. Every day I caught up with the residents of Stars Hollow and wished I too could live in an idyllic Connecticut town full of verbose inhabitants. I started watching it somewhere in the second season – we could record the telly, but there was no ‘on demand’ option so I just had to pick up right there. Within a couple of weeks I was stuck to the sofa under that same child feeding endlessly and got all the way to the end of the show pretty quickly. Halcyon days indeed…yeah right, he never napped and I hadn’t a clue what I was at.
What goes around comes around and here I am, facing my third baby-based confinement barrelling my way through Gilmore Girls again but this time, on Netflix. I’ve caught up on the early days and finally seen season one, mostly while in the bath with an iPad sitting perched on a stool beside me. I wouldn’t recommend binge watching that way though, the hot water just won’t last. And as I type, there’s less than two weeks to go until the four new Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life specials. I am so flippin’ excited.
That’s only going to fill four hours for me though. Oh no! So I’ve had a look at what else is newish on Netflix to see what I might spend my days on the sofa watching (This baby had better not arrive early on me – Mama’s got her shows to watch!)
I did give The Crown a go in the hope that it would fill the gap in my heart left by the end of Downton Abbey but given the royals drive me mad in real life, it turns out it wasn’t for me. Film wise, I’m looking forward to watching Remember Me in nostalgia for my Judy Blume filled tween years. (And I might have a *slight* thing for Robert Pattinson). If I’m losing my sense of humour Chelsea Handler’s eponymous talk show, Maria Bamford and David Cross‘s comedy specials are also on my list.
For rainy days in with the kids, or any day really when I haven’t the energy to chase after them I’ll be watching Maleficent and Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. (That’s if I’m let; it’s more likely to be Power-bloody-Rangers, Ninja-flippin-Turtles and Blaze and his Monsterous Machines)
We kindly got sent Childs Farm products to try out recently. I’ve bought them before but the Boots branch nearest my work hasn’t had them for a while so I was delighted to get my hands on some more.
Both my kids have quite dry and sensitive skin, so for the most part I just wash them as little possible. But between the accidents, the messy play, and the weekly swimming lessons, they still get a good going over a couple of times a week . I try and avoid hyper coloured character laden bottles in the supermarket so if I had any criticism of Childs Farm it would be; I’d love to see it more widely available. Continue reading →
Let’s get this straight first; I’m not that into sci-fi. I love imagined dystopian futures – Brave New World, 1984 and The Handmaid’s Tale are among my favourite books – but The X-Files never grabbed me, and I don’t think I’ve watched one full episode of any of the many lauded space-based shows. Look, I am so not into them I can’t even be bothered giving you an example…ummm Galatic Trek! Deep Star Space Gate!
So after the end of the latest season of Game of Thrones when I was casting around for opinions on what to watch now, fellow Stream Teamer Mind the Baby recommended Orphan Black to me and I wasn’t sure. But I had heard it was supposed to be really good so I decided to give it a go.
If you didn’t watch Season 1 of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, go do it now because Season 2 is available from today, April 15th on Netflix. Last year I got so into this show, that I may have sung the theme tune in public with fellow bloggers Sinead & Kate at an awards ceremony. If someone plies me with enough prosecco, I may reprise my performance. This time round Kimmy is a little more at home in NYC; she’s looking for a new job, and we get further development of – the foils to her Season 1 naiveté – Titus, Jacqueline and Lillian.
I have a severe want for Kimmy’s denim bomber, I won’t lie.
Some of my favourite American comedians guest star; Tina Fey and Amy Sedaris make return appearances, and Fred Armisen of Portlandia, Jeff Goldblum and David Cross show up too. The TV is booked for my viewing pleasure this weekend, after all I deserve some comedy – the last thing I watched on Netflix was Montage of Heck, the HBO Kurt Cobain documentary. I was the archetypal 90s grunge-obsessed teenager, crying on the phone to my best friend, sitting on the stairs in my Nevermind t-shirt when he died.
There’ll be no dozen roses, or candlelit dinners and I’d be weirded out if there was; the little things that all add up to love are what count for me.
I’m pretty sure the kids like tangible treats so they’re getting ridiculous glasses and some Love Hearts sweets. In return I get adorbs artwork.
Forget hot air balloon rides with champagne; here is the official run down of things that happened this week that mean something between me and the fella I married.
He bought me tickets for my birthday to go see one of my favourite bands from my teens: Suede. I was into them at a time when he was all about Motörhead yet this week when the gig rolled round he sat beside me probably not embarrassed at my lyric-recall powers.
He made the school lunches on thursday night. That’s a bit pathetic that I count that in the romance column of our marriage ledger. I had made them the other four nights but it’s a task I dislike so much that any reprieve is noted.
Much as I love to watch Ireland play in the Six Nations, the enthusiasm doesn’t stretch to the Under 20’s on a friday night. I suggested we watch About Time on Netflix instead, and he did not protest one jot. It helps that Dumble Gleeson (go to 1:18) – who can do no wrong in our eyes – and Rachel McAdams (think he might fancy her a bit) star and that it’s from the reasonably reliable Richard Curtis school of nice-English-people-and-an-American-bumbling-about films. What? It’s a genre. Lets forget Love, Actually though. I hate Love, Actually). I cried unsurprisingly. I guess lots of people do but it’s got the dad-cancer trigger which is bound to set me off. Sorry. It’s not really a spoiler. Anyway, him indoors liked it.
He suggested we get Indian for dinner. That was no big sacrifice on his part but it’s my absolute favourite. I would happily bathe in Saag anything.
I got up this morning and he was gathering swimming gear to bring both children to the pool. Lessons aren’t on this week, and he’s a member of a fancy place where the lads can go free but there’s no guest passes for wives. Oh no… So instead I got to go for a run and drink coffee in peace and eh, write this. Added bonus, that’s the children washed for the next week.
Incidentally, I had hoped for all my couch-hours this weekend to be spend under a giant Netflix Night In blanket like some of my parenting blogger colleagues (shout out to Sadhbh’s audacious use of her granny). Instead this is all I have. My blanket has been keeping the local delivery office cosy for three days now. I think. Maybe my postman is snuggled up under it eating popcorn and toblerone with the missus. If he is, I hope he gets the ride. It’s the weekend for it.