Am Dr. Who addict. I joined getglue simply for Dr. Who stickers. I've decided I really want to grow up to be Captain Jack and date River Song.

But I like pretty much any BBC creation. My current faves are Dr. Who and Demons. I am waiting patiently for Bedlam and I want more Sherlock Holmes. To tell the truth my tv is set to turn on BBC America. I also am an online devotee of BBC 4 radio broadcasts particularly radio plays of Terry Pratchett and others.

I'm a "Spooks" ("MI-5" is the American title) addict.

And I love most anything French & Saunders!

French and Saunders sketches are brilliant.

Am glad you guys have BBC America .. It's nice to share programmes.

When I was a kid I LOVED "Danger Mouse"
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Si Baroni

Penfold, shush!



Although Cap'n Jack was introduced to us on Dr.Who, he really came into his own in the spin-off Torchwood (which is of course an anagram of Doctor Who).

The most recent series of Sherlock was fantastic, better than any of it's previous incarnations throughout the years imho.

Radio 4 is my default channel and I love the Archers and the 6.30 funnies in particular. Just a Minute, Sorry I haven't a clue, The news quiz and Fags, Mags and Bags are all worth looking up.

Dear americans,

No google or wikipedia answers I want this from your own personal perspective . .

Thanksgiving . . Explain this to me please. And what does it mean to you ? X x

I found I preferred Jack in the Doctor Who Series and the first season of Torchwood. Later on he became moody and unJackish. In a very Doctor Who style of course. I never quite caught on to The Sarah Jane Adventures.

I also am a devotee of Red Dwarf. Use to get up two hours early for school to watch it.

For me Thanksgiving is a celebration of stolen land, broken promises, and Puritan intolerance.

Wow, Thanksgiving.

What Incubus said is the party line....

But if I think about it in that vein I have to go with it being a celebration of the stealing and raping of the central part of the North American continent by colonists.

So, I try to go with it being a day to reflect on those things I am thankful for like my friends, my job etc.

While the other nationalities are the first colonizers the Brits are who get remembered on Thanksgiving. In my family we decide that the holiday really is a precursor carb loading time for the madness that is Black Friday.

Merlin?

My heart feels torn about many American social holidays, mainly because of social rituals and identity. It's a slippery slope in my mind, celebration of a holiday. I like Thanksgiving because it's a nice time to come together with people you care deeply for (family, friends, relatives) and I cannot help but think of people who have no family, friends or relatives to spend a holiday with.

I think everyday should be a 'holiday' - one in which we feel invited for who we are, where we have a place at the 'table' to sup with one another. There's nothing like good food, conversation that enriches the soul, and a social bonding that brings us together in ways that stands the test of time.

What about you? Is there a particular holiday that means a lot to you?

Personally, I think birthdays are important holidays. . .

Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving in the US, when traditionally the stores open insanely early and have insanely great bargains to start the insanely crazy Christmas shopping season. The truth is that the season starts in September now, much to the dismay of those who believe Christmas is overcommercialized.

The day got the name Black Friday because it was so often the first day in the year when store revenues flipped from being in the red to being in the black; the sales from the day often were a store's only chance to begin to make a profit for the year.

That's what I read on wiki...I thought Black whatever was a stock market crash not Christmas shopping season. :cheesy:

What Thanksgiving means to me has changed over time. When I was a kid, it was all about the Pilgrims and Squanto, the Autumn Harvest, four days off school, eating the best food on earth bar none, and trying to stay the heck out of the way because my mother was a crazy woman.

When I was a teenager, it was about church and then a big stress-filled family dinner, involving impossible cleaning schedules, impossible cooking schedules, waaaayyy too many relatives crammed into the space allotted, a screaming mother, eating two hours after the scheduled time, and the best food on earth bar none. (You might imagine I had some mixed feelings about it all by that time.) I still believed in the Pilgrims and Squanto and I still recognized the Autumn Harvest.

When I was a young adult, Thanksgiving involved walking in on this stress-filled scene three quarters of the way through when my partner--who was persona non grata--dropped me off, to then go on to her own much calmer family dinner where I was persona non grata. I still believed in the Pilgrims and Squanto and the Autumn Harvest, and I still ate the best food on earth bar none.

When I was in my thirties I said no more family angst and learned to roast my own turkey--the one thing I hadn't already done--and my partner and I stayed home by ourselves. I had learned the truth about the Pilgrims and Squanto by then and had done some serious reading of accurate history; I felt guilty with every bite, even as I did my best to remember those who died as well as giving thanks for my own blessings and the Autumn Harvest while I ate the best food on earth bar none.

When I forty-four I lost everything that had meaning for me except for Ladybug and my online community. I was forced to move back in with my mom as a charity case. I discovered then that Thanksgiving had a meaning for me that I had never articulated before: it wasn't about where I was, or whom I might be with; it wasn't about where I lived or whether had my own place; it was entirely about what I did. Thanksgiving was cooking the best food on earth bar none, decorating the house, bringing the gift of "holiday" to the people I fed. I still remembered those who had died, I still counted my own blessings and acknowledged the Autumn Harvest, and I still felt guilty with every bite.

When I was 49 I moved to Kansas and made my home with Gryph, who has native American heritage and who did not celebrate Thanksgiving. I listened to his music and read more accurate history and nearly perished from the guilt of it all............

...............and I subverted Gryph anyway and cooked Thanksgiving dinner for him.

Because you know what the best food on earth bar none is, the traditional food of Thanksgiving in the US? It's the gift of thousands of years of Native American farmers and gardeners, a gift to the world from the continents of the Americas--turkey, cranberries, sweet potatoes, white potatoes, green beans, corn, wild rice, tomatoes, winter squash, chestnuts, pecans, pumpkin.

The Autumn Harvest is the gift of the First Nations to us, and so every year as I give thanks for my own blessings, I give them on what I call First Nations Day and Gryph and I celebrate with the best food on the face of the earth bar none. I still feel an everpresent sadness and anger at what has happened to the first peoples of these continents, but I no longer feel guilt over celebrating the bountiful harvest of Autumn, just gratitude to the first farmers for their incredible gift to the world.