26 Jul 2010, Posted by Cat in News, 18 Comments. Tagged addictions, tv

addict

I don’t get sick often, but over the years I’ve discovered that when I do, I quite often end up with an embarrassing addiction to something. No, I’m not talking about Codral tablets or peach flavoured decongestant syrup, I mean ancient bad-arse television shows that were dated even before they left the decade they were made in. Last time round it was classic Trek. This time I ended up mainlining The Professionals, a show so utterly anachronistic and mysogenist that you could probably run the dialogue as a stand up routine at the Melbourne Comedy Festival and bring the house down. We bought season one a few years back, watched an episode or two, then abandoned the box on the shelf where it belonged. One day last week, after a solid eight hour binge beginning with quality historical documentaries and traveling through Next Gen, I eyed off that old boxed season one with caution, then slammed it in the deev thinking, as we always do, that it’s OK, I can stop any time. Come last night and I’m shivering in my trenchcoat barefoot, hanging round the back of EzyDVD in that small gap between the men’s urinals and the dumpsters, forty dollars rolled up in my fist, pounding on a paint flecked door mumbling ‘Dave says you got season two’ through the rusty letter slit. Those fucking dealers always keep you waiting…