If there was a support group I’d attend it, but as there isn’t (there probably is, but that would ruin my flow, ok) I’ve taken to self-medicating. By which I mean, not having a telly in my house. Or at least not one with any connection to the outside world. 

That doesn’t mean I’m in recovery. Hell no. I watch telly. Lots of telly. I just do it on my laptop. While the rest of the world is sleeping. And pray that that particularly bloody battle scene (it’s always Game of Thrones don’t you find) isn’t keeping the neighbours awake as well as me. 

The other thing I should mention is that I actually write about telly for a living. Well more oversee other people’s creative flow than cultivate mine own. I guess it was always going to be this way. I was sneaking down the stairs to watch Thirtysomething when my dad thought I was sleeping, long before I realised I should just get him hooked on it with me.

So basically what I’m saying in the most long-winded way possible, is that this blog is going to chronicle my habit. 

I’ll write about the things I love, I hate and those that I can’t quite believe ever got off the drawing board.

So to start things off. I’m posting two trailers. One for Making History, which is already my favourite comedy of the autumn shows (don’t break my heart Adam Pally and be in a bad show) and Time After Time, which I can say, hand on heart, is possibly the worst trailer I’ve ever seen for a high-quality, commissioned American TV show. What the network were doing is anyone’s guess. I can only assume they had a box of fake beards lying around and decided to anchor a show around it. (In case anyone is unsure - this is categorically a bad idea. Unless you are Ike Barinholtz of course).

If you make it to the end of the Time After Time trailer your addiction is even worse than mine...