I feel too old for TV’s golden age
The Sopranos. Tick. The Wire. Tick. Mad Men. Tick. The West Wing. Duh, of course. I could hold my own in the watercooler chatter about the latest unmissable shows on the gogglebox. Then, the gears changed, with children and the attendant increase in domestic responsibilities. I started to fall behind in my TV-watching.
Breaking Bad? 62 episodes, are you having a laugh? Game of Thrones? I managed just the first half of the first season — a year after it premiered. House of Cards? Waiting for me on Netflix, when I get a spare few days (or weeks). But, wait, I did see the BBC original. True Detective? I don’t have Sky. Borgen? Just catching up, thanks to the wonderful TG4. Girls? Give me a break.
