When I was at uni and then again just after Lorraine and I got married, I had a LoveFlim account, and loved it. Regular DVDs posted straight to me, it was great. When Apple released Apple TV, it incorporated Netflix in the USA. I had hoped that in the UK it would have had a LoveFilm option, but it didn’t. I always said that if and when they did, or if Netflix launched in the UK then I would probably buy Apple TV.

Netflix launched in the UK a few weeks ago, and I started my one month free trial with them last week. The selection at the moment isn’t great, but I hope it will improve over time. Even with the mediocre selection I already love Netflix more than LoveFilm. For one, I won’t forget to post DVDs back anymore, but the main attraction is that it gives me unlimited streaming of the library for £5.99 a month, that is much better than LoveFilm.

At the moment I am working my way through Arrested Development, and plan to watch a few films at least before my trial runs out, then I will decide if I’m going to keep it on or not. I haven’t bought Apple TV yet, and probably won’t, mainly because I can stream Netflix to my iPad and also through the Xbox.

Anyone else use Netflix? What do you think of it?

I love this advert that is on TV at the moment. We can be very negative about Northern Ireland a lot of the time, so this is a nice change.

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o’ a grace
As lang’s my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o’ need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An’ cut you up wi’ ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

 

Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an’ strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,

“Bethankit!” ‘hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll mak it whissle;
An’ legs an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle.

Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a haggis!

Happy Burns day/Burns night to my Scottish friends, enjoy your Burns supper if you are going to one.