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(gettin' jiggy wit' it)

James T has accused the previous entry of being verbal diarrhoea. Having re-read it I can offer no defence. But it was pretty late at night.

Now I am going to hold back on spouting on about Ep 2., as others are doing, for the sake of those that may not have seen it yet (and what exactly have you been doing with yourself?), but I will say that if you go to it and find nothing to enjoy in it, then you are a miserable, bitter cynic, with no joy in your life, and a possible unhealthy interest in place-kicking any cute baby animals who are unfortunate enough to stumble into your path as you lope down the street muttering "They'll get theirs" in a low monotone. And while some of the dialogue and some scenes were certainly questionable, I think you have to be pretty picky not to give the whole enterprise a thumbs up. Release the inner child I say (the ransom is on the way).

Right. That's all, as Dan needs to go to sleep and dream dreams of Melanie Lynskey so he can get up and go to work for The Man with the required degree of residual excitement.