I’ve met but one fellow WordPress scribe in the flesh. And the person in question, Andrew Ferguson, proved to be even warmer and more gracious than I’d anticipated. My wife Sandy and I spent a day with Andrew and his wife Alison in 2019 on their home turf — Scotland — where Sandy and I were vacationing. I bring up Andrew right now because his thoughts on my country’s (i.e., the USA’s) recent presidential election are totally in tune with mine. Here’s what he wrote:

“We woke up . . . to the news that more than half of the US voting public had taken leave of their senses and voted for Trump — again. If you didn’t enjoy the first movie, Trump II: This Time It’s More Mental promises to have even more bad actors. Coming to a political and environmental shitshow near you in January.”

Even though Andrew’s analysis is perfection (click here to read the wide-ranging article in which his Trump commentary appears), there’s plenty I can add. Such as this: Oy frigging vey! Are you shitting me? A riot-inciter and convicted felon is soon to wield immense power for a second term? Man, sometimes bad dreams come true. This is one of those instances.

I could go on and on about the president-elect. But I won’t, as my blood pressure is starting to rise like a hot air balloon. That’s what writing about a vindictive, freedoms-suppressing bully does to me. It’s time, then, to steer this essay into currents I’m comfortable navigating. So, excuse me for a moment while I allow my aged systems to decompress. Ahh, I’m feeling better already. Onward to an agreeable topic.

Since early 2020 I’ve watched an hour or two of television series most evenings, something I hadn’t done in years. I turned to TV because of the COVID pandemic, which left my spirits in need of some boosting. Series-viewing was just what the doctor ordered. I became infatuated right from the start, and the infatuation hasn’t lessened at all. My mind continually is blown by the gargantuan number of available series, and by the good-to-great quality of a sizable percentage of them. I’m certain I won’t terminate what has become one of my favorite activities until the Grim Reaper confronts me and utters words to this effect: “Your days are more than numbered, schmuck. They now are over.”

Not being one who is enamored by advertisements, the vast majority of the series I’ve seen have been on streaming services, as opposed to traditional television. Sandy is my steady viewing companion, I hasten to add. We possess quite similar tastes in series fare. And each of us appreciates having someone a foot away who can offer help when uncertainty arises about what the hell just happened in a scene or about what a character meant by what they said. I’m not ashamed to say that I get puzzled a whole lot more frequently than my spouse does.

Do you have any series recommendations? I’m always eager to learn about shows I’m unfamiliar with. Here are a few I watched in 2024 that I think highly of: Lessons In Chemistry; The Last Days Of Ptolemy Grey; John Adams. The first two are on Apple TV+, and the latter can be found on MAX.

Speaking of MAX, Sandy and I are fans of that broadcaster’s Starstruck, a series I hadn’t heard of until two months ago. Starstruck, which originally ran from 2021 to 2023, consists of 18 episodes spread over three seasons, each installment a mere 23 or so minutes in length. Truly hooked, Sandy and I polished off Starstruck in about one week.

Though a rom-com, Starstruck doesn’t head in directions you might expect. Its main storyline follows Jessie, a gal in her late 20s at series’ start, and Tom, who maybe is a few years older than that. They first set eyes on one another in a pub in London, England, on New Year’s Eve. Natch, they end up spending the night together, sparks flying to a decent extent. Eventually they begin an on-again, off-again romance that frustrates and confuses them both. Are they mismatched socio-economically? Jessie, after all, struggles to make a living, while Tom is a pretty well-known movie actor.  Tom, an unassuming sort, isn’t concerned about their financial and fame disparities, though. The show incisively reveals that the reasons behind their fits-and-starts relationship are far more meaningful.

Rose Matafeo, previously an unknown to me, created, co-wrote and stars (as Jessie) in Starstruck. The inspiration for the series, I’ve read, came from incidents in her personal life. She’s a talent. The show is full of witty repartee and spot-on zingers, and has its share of moments that seriously tug at your heart. And Matafeo’s Jessie is completely believable as an uninhibited cum vulnerable young lady. It doesn’t need repeating, but I’ll say it anyway: I like Starstruck a lot.