Since I'm failing at productivity lately, I needed something else to keep me busy. I've finally started listening to Cabin Pressure!

I can't decide who I like most, Martin or Arthur. I really like the writing (Yay, Chekhov's Guns!). Sometimes the acting is a bit too I don't know how to describe it, especially Douglas. Um... well, it's not bad acting, it's the sort of acting that sounds like they're narrating instead of having conversations. It lacks realness. On the other hand that's only sometimes, you can get used to it and it reminds me of a radio series I used to listen to.
I think it was called Live Clinic ("Live" after the part of the radio station's name). Aw, now I'm getting all nostalgic (Ooh, maybe I should check my basement later, I should still have some episodes on cassette tapes). I used to risk being late for school to listen to these (actually, but possibly intentionally) badly acted and incompetent doctors, Ah, good times!

Aaaanyway, Cabin Pressure! Sometimes you find something good and it's too good, because all the goodness makes you want more, but of course then there isn't more. I'm almost done with it! Of course I would be - there are only six episodes in a season and so far only 3 seasons. Although that's still more than there is of Sherlock. Damn you, British Brevity. ...Or maybe I can blame it on Benedict Cumberbatch.