listlessYesterday, that meant catching the first episode of Lost. It seems pretty straightforward: a plane crash on a tropical island that turns out rather more hostile than it looked at first, and the survivors will have to keep their wits about them if they want to stay alive another day. So far, we haven't seen much more than palm trees swaying drunkenly in the wake of something big passing, and the pilot being hauled out of the cockpit, but I think I know what's happened: they've landed on Jurassic Park Island, haven't they? It's a remake of The Lost World, and it won't be long before we'll see our first pet lizard blown up to pass for a dinosaur...either that, or it's the island of King Kong. Which sounds terribly boring; next week's episode had better prove me wrong or I'll lose interest almost immediately. It was fun to see Cold Feet's Jo appear in it as
But the real shock of the evening, for me, was the elimination of Jon the-impersonator-whose-last-name-I-never-q
Oh well, Jon's out now; that leaves me with DIY presenter Nick Knowles (who had better watch out, 'cause he's told the judges a few home truths as well), comedian Adrian Edmondson and DJ Edith Bowman as my favourites. And if there's any justice, Edith will win -- that girl can sing!
I'd gotten up early to go to yoga class this morning, but it was snowing heavily again and my ankle's hurting; so I decided to give it a miss. Now, of course, I wish I had gone after all.
::sigh::
