Hey.
Eh so, long time TV/Movies section reader, first time new thread poster. So, eh, I guess it makes sense to start at the beginning, so that's what I'll do. For most of my life my favourite television programe has been 'Red Dwarf', the British Science-Fiction Situation-Comedy, or sci-fi-sit-com as the kids do be calling them.
I can still remember how I became acquainted with the series. I must've been younger than 12, so I'd probably have been 11, and it was one of those shows you only ever caught the end of and was like "hmmmm that looked good, whatever the hell that was. I must remember to watch that next week", but of course I never remembered and if I was lucky I'd manage to stumble upon half an episode, before the series ended. And since I didn't have a fecking clue what it was about (this was before the internet remember, if you didn't get it, you didn't get it, and that was it baby) so I probably would have moved on and forgotten about it.
Fortunately however fortune smiled upon me and the BBC in their infinite wisdom decided to replay the entire series from scratch every Friday at 9.00 on BBC 2, which allowed me to have all my questioned answered like why did that lanky dude have an 'H' on his forehead or why does that robot dude look like a robot (turns out it was because he was a robot).
That was my night baby. 9.00, on Fridays. Me aul fella always happened to treat us to chipper food at that time, a bag of chips, a chicken curry pie and a chocolate milkshake was my particular poison. And so it was my love affair with the series began.
I built most of my world view on this show. My love of the noble art of writing was birthed from the wonder I took in how it's creators came up with this sh*t. And I really had the hots for the chick who played Kochanski.
If it wasn't for this show I have no doubt I would've ended up naked and squishy and dead at the bottom of a ditch surrounded by inside-out hobos, dripping with my own crapulance with nerry a soul to mourn me.
Or, I dunno maybe I'd've become an accountant and got married or something.
Anywho, I am who I am, and I think a lot of that's down to my love of this series.
And now, tonight, at 9.00 on the 22nd of February, in the year of our Lord two thousand and sixteen, almost 28 years to the day of it's original broadcast, a new season begins.
Season ... I dunno, x i it's listed as, I don't do Roman numerals. The tenth one probably.
Now I know it's probably unknown to most of you outside the British Isles (yeah I can call them the British Isles, I'm secure, that's what they're called), but none the less, I felt it appropriate to share my feelings about this moment with you all, because .... well ....
Look, I know this is gonna sound kinda mushy and whatnot, but what can I say over the years of logging on here, I've trully come to think of you all as well, casual acquaintances I occasional talk to over the internet.
And I mean that, from the bottom of my heart.
So here it goes, roll on 9.00 and to hell with my low-carb diet, I'm gettin' me chips and a chicken curry pie, I CAN HAVE A CHEAT DAY!
Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast.
Not just yet, I'm still tender from before.