Saturday, 1 March 2014
And then there was Scandi-TV.
I think it started with The Killing. Then there was Borgen and The Bridge and series 2 and series 3 and post-mortems with fellow addicts in the coffee shop about Saga's autistic blunders and Birgitte's realpolitik. And I began to think that I was watching far too much television and really ought to cut down.
Except that Salamander was very gripping, even though it was Belgian and half in Flemish and half in French, which is almost educational when you think about it.
But I promised myself that when Salamander was over, I was going cold turkey.
Only now I've started on Mammon. Norwegian.
The first episode got me hooked. Again.
And I suppose it will tide me over until Salamander series 2.