The unbearable longness of ironing...

I am not a domesticated person. I'm capable of doing the domestic things, but that doesn't mean I have to like them. Take ironing for example (and by the powers, I wish you would!). The only way I can do it for more than one garment at a time is to slap in a tape of something.

This week's iron-related episodes were a double header of UNCLE season 1 goodness - Shark Affair and Fiddlesticks Affair.

Shark Affair - boy, those two are *so* doing it. Naps takes time amid his busy investigation for a casual martini with his partner; said partner is all agog to know just what it is Naps is doing. My, Mr Kuryakin, what big eyes you have!

Meanwhile, IK is eating like it's going out of fashion. If this had been a season or so later, perhaps we'd have seen a little more realism where Napoleon being whipped was concerned?

Fiddlesticks Affair - Illya in a wetsuit, there ought to be a law! :) Or at least copious screencaps - blktauna, stop piddling about with that Bean chap and get busy!

Lots of lovely 'oh no, my partner is about to be electrocuted!' angst from Naps, for which I can forgive the over-acting when he's supposed to be suffocating.

And I almost feel guilty about jailbait IK. Almost.