The Prisoner
 

I've been (power) discing through the series and I am about at the halfway mark. I've been watching in the order presented in the collection, which I think is the broadcast order. I find it interesting to note inconsistencies in character and have been playing around in my mind with other ways to order the series, though I wonder if part of the shifting of his character's naivety about his captors and circumstances is also in the service of keeping the viewer somewhat ungrounded and disoriented.

I am really loving this series again. I'd also love to visit Portmeiron.

I remember that series being repeated in the late 70s, when I was a kid. It was one of thoe shows that we gathered as a family to watch. I was allowed to stay up late for it, as I recall :P

One of our nurses is going to Wales this year, and I've already told her she MUST go to Portmerion and take pictures for me.

I've always adored The Prisoner, had some vague childhood memories of watching it and have established some sturdy adult ones. I have the mega set as well, and pull it out from time to time.

I enjoyed the AMC remake, but not as much as the original series. I was actually more interested in the nods to the original than the holes.

I just got the first disk from NetFlix. I hope to watch it this weekend.

I went to Wales for my 30th birthday - ALONE!, because my lousy friends and family were all out of the country! I had real life friends then as well. Anyway, I had an amazing five days.

I stayed in Dollgellau at a 19th century family run hotel, so I could say I slept in the shadow of Cadair Idris (the Grey King). I spent my 30th birthday with a party of mountain bikers from Oldham who I met in the hotel bar, and let them teach me how to play pool (I actually know how to play pool, but men prefer it if you let them teach you something, especially if it involves bodily contact). And I had a gorgeous snog...

Where was I?
Oh yes - I fulfilled a long-held dream of going to Portmerion. It was wonderful. And somehow, despite its diminuitive size and all the tourists (this was July) it still didn't feel crowded, just... just... I don't know. Something odd tugged at the senses to do with size and scale. Great fun. Oddly, I didn't take my camera. I think I thought that it would make me feel more lonely. Whereas in these digital days I somehow feel less lonely if I can remove myself from the scene via a lense.

Your posts are poetry, you know. This one really made me smile. :)

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That's such a lovely thing to say, thank you x