My DVD still isn't here. How lame is that? Luckily, my friend from work has offered to buy it off me when it does arrive, allowing me to pop to Tecso on the way home and get another copy. Which I have been watching all night. There's no commentary on the crimping episode. That sucks. And I watched the one on Journey to the Centre of the Punk, and it sounds like someone had turned Julian Barratt's mic right down or something, you can barely hear him. Hope it's better on the others. And I hope there's one on Party, cus, y'know, squee! I've still got a cold, which means I wasn't able to go and give blood tonight like I was meant to. Which means I had more time to watch the Boosh, I guess.