Jan 11 2009
in which life imitates art, sort of, not really all that much
I may have mentioned I watch British TV shows. I suppose this isn’t completely true–I do watch Doctor Who, Torchwood, and the Sarah Jane Adventures, all of which are British, although I haven’t watched much British TV other than that. Still, just watching those did help a bit with knowing what to expect, with accents and slang and such. The funny thing is that now, having lived in England for three months, when I happen to watch any of those, I notice things that I didn’t notice at all before, or saw in different ways. I re-watched the series 3 episode “Blink” yesterday, for instance, and kept seeing things that never would have caught my eye before: the European license plates no longer look weird, just British, and I saw the radiator in the creepy old house because radiators like that are everywhere in England, in new places and old, and I noticed the top half of a mailbox when Sally’s going into the police station even though I wouldn’t have known enough even to wonder what it was before. Oh, and watching SJA? Mostly I kept noticing the “fire door keep shut” signs on all the doors in the school. I suppose I’m just seeing these things because I lived with them and know to look for them now, or something.
