I’ve told you lot before how much I hate silly silly TV show Lost, and all the cockamamy that lies within it*, and yet still I find myself unable to miss a single episode. Ye gads reader, I even found myself running home from the bus stop last week so as not to miss the beginning. That’s a distance of something like 300 metres or something crazy (don’t worry fellow Lost Addicts: The 118 twins were doing their thing as I burst through the door) (Um, for ‘burst’ read: crawling on hands and knees, feebly rattling the letterbox to be let in).
So, anyway, today I cracked, and resolved to put this silly episode of episode watching behind me. That’s right me hearties, I have got hold of a Pirate’s copy of the rest of Season 1. By the weekend it can all finally be over, and I won’t have to put up with any more crappy cliff hangers which never actually get resolved anyway until next July or whenever Season 2 will finally washes up on our shores.
"Arrrr," my wooden legged saviour had said, "You’ll be wanting Season 2 too shipmate? Smartly bit torrented from the internet, so it is." He was a bit Irish, you see.
I just about had the strength to decline. That said, not having to worry about watching Lost until sometime in 2007 was sorely tempting.
*Lady Muck had some wise words to impart on this matter at the time
5 weeks ago