In a moment of weakness I started watching the West Wing this week. I've written about my love of the West Wing before, and I've watched all seven series at least three times. There was a period there when I watched my beloved box set once a year, but 2010 was a peculiar aberration.
It sounds terribly sad to wax so intensely lyrical about a mere television programme, but I love its warm, many-layered wit and drama. Being irredeemably English I shall never fulfill my ambition to become president of the USA (American dream? Pah!), so the West Wing is my next best thing. Never mind, I can live vicariously through Bartlett and co.
I can walk and talk from the comfort of my own bed and live through moments of international crisis with a cup of tea and pause it for dinner. The big problem, apart from the monopoly of my evenings, is that I do rather get into these things. A film is fine, because although I sink right into that world it is over within two hours.
With the West Wing my entire world for the next few weeks will revolve around a benevolent, enlightened, liberal America. When something happens on the news my first thought will be "What is President Bartlett going to say?"
I can think of worse things.
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