Egad! It has just dawned on me that as I transition from Canada to the U.K. there will be more than mere jet lag to contend with. The time zone switch from PST to GMT may be the least of the adjustments I'll have to make. No, a far more serious cultural shift is about to occur, and it fills me with a certain dread. The realization is this:
In one fell swoop (i.e. one 7-hour transatlantic flight) I will be missing approximately 9 months' worth of Coronation Street.
I have become suddenly aware that I will not be able to follow the myriad plot twists, character development nuances and dramatic story arcs as they unfold. Instead, I'll be catapulted into the future. When I land I will be completely ignorant of what has happened to Tracy & Charlie (boo! hiss!), Steve & Ronnie, Frankie & Danny, the lot. I feel like I'm about to step into the Tardis and emerge with a whole gestation period's worth of my couch potato life gone -- vanished.
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Oh yeah? Which of us is the one who has the propensity to talk during movies? Which is more likely to blurt out lines of dialogue from familiar movies before they actually occur?
Exactly.
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