Ahoy There, Me Hearties!

Sorry to harp on about t.v. shows, but I'm going to anyway. The Brunette and I are nearly at the end of Season 2 of House - only three episodes to go. As you know, we love box sets, particularly those of American t.v. shows as there are so many episodes in each season, and so many seasons.

The West Wing, for example, ran for seven seasons, each containing twenty two episodes, each of sixty minutes duration. That's 7 x 22 = 154 episodes. That's 154 x 60 = 9,240 minutes, or over 6 days of entertainment. Law & Order Special Victims Unit is currently in its 11th season. That's a lot of television. Of course, this would all be meaningless if these programmes were rubbish but, love them or loathe them, you can't deny that they are high quality productions that demand a certain level of intellect from the viewer.

There's just one problem. I buy the U.K. box sets of House and they contain an extemely irritating anti-pirate advert thing that pops up on a regular basis. You know the one. A little fat red faced baldy bastard waves a branding iron about the place to a soundtrack of highly portentous 'Spooks'-style keyboards and drums before some smug-voiced git spends eternity passing on various international phone numbers that you can call in case you've bought a pirate copy 'by mistake'. Yeah, right!

In case you haven't seen it take a look below. You can now play it to your heart's content.



Annoying, innit?

I'm very tempted to pay a visit to my local street market to see if I can find a pirate copy of the House Season 3 box set. The quality won't be great but at least I can be sure that there won't be a bloody anti-pirate advert on it.   

Shiver me timbers,
oldblodger