In the last week, I watched the first season of Emily of New Moon.
When I was young, this show used to creep the bejeesus out of me. Looking back on it, I can recognize the bits which scared me, but they pack no punch anymore. I don’t know why I found those bits scary in the first place; I was ten going on eleven — I should’ve been made of sterner stuff than that. I guess I had arrested development.
Anyway, 7 sober Barnies out of 9.