
So the other night I’m at home, relaxing with my wife and looking forward to a bit of TV – we’re powerdiscing through The Golden Girls and Desperate Housewives right now – when she distracts me as she’s queueing up the next episode. Which turns out not to involve Bea Arthur in any way. It was Wishbone. She found me Wishbone! I have the greatest wife ever. What is the story, Wishbone? Please, tell me, I am your rapt audience for the next twenty-two minutes. After watching Wishbone … [Read more...]









