All my predictions of yesterday proved to be correct. We’ve got but a couple of episodes to go and I know they’ll leave me hanging on edge yet again.
What is it with this mordid fascination for watching plane-crash survivors slowly kill each other on a tropical, paradisical island? Hardly uplifting material.
On another topic, I had three baby dreams last night — and in all of them the baby was a boy — fancy that!
Lost is kind of like the Twin Peaks of the 2000s set on a deserted island. Instead of Laura Palmer Wrapped In Plastic, it is The Dharma Hatch and the Oceanic Flight. It is intriguing and wierd and suspensful and spooky. All that is missing is the haunting music and Kyle McLaughlin.
Last three babies born that I know of (all in July) have been boys, Fletcher (Kel’s colleague’s son), Rhys and Jeremy (Helen from School’s son). It seems everyone is having boys – why not you too?
They’ve run out of boys.