1. I ate a particularly good chicken, accompanied by a fantastic potato gratin.
2. It got to the point of being only an hour until Jekyll started.
What was on the television at that point was complete and total wank. At least Love and Monsters tried to do something different. That... that was boring and pointless. Nobody was trying at all. Hell, how anyone could read that script and not immediately hit Rusty in the nutsack with a sledgehammer, saying "No! Bad moron!" is beyond me.
I've not been that disappointed since
