Criminology

I buy any just about any DVD for 999.

Hungarian television has hit rock bottom.

So I watch Sherlock Holmes and Miss Marple.

I escape the televised Hungarian celebrity-culture. One simply must.

Last time I have turned it on.

A midget was balancing a 80's beauty queen on his tiny but muscular shoulders.
The porn star was whisking up a take-away gulyas in the kitchen, leaving her guests with the grueling task of making conversation while using cutlery all at the very same time.
And there was actual wood-paneling on the wall behind the pseudo-famous cretins.

Murder and crime seemed such an agreeable past-time after that, that I have promptly inserted Mr Holmes into my DVD player.