One of my birthday presents in late November was a box set of series 1 of the West Wing. We finished watching the last episode (no 22) tonight. Of course, almost all television is horrible nonsense, but every now and then there's something that is compelling viewing. The West Wing is one of those programmes, and I can't believe that we missed it for seven years and seven series. The dialogue is wonderful; the writing is tight; the pace just right - and there's a feel good factor that no British treatment of politics would ever contemplate. Jed Bartlet is the political leader we'd all love but will never get.
Fiona and I have a habit of coming late to things. We managed to avoid The Lord of the Rings until last week, when we watched the first two of the three films. It took us four sessions to get through them, though.