The Prisoner, of course, IS NOT FREE (just 38 minutes of 6)

Ah, that "holiday" season of comfort and joy.

Some forums have offered free leech, which is so SANTA of them. But why buy movies, music or anything else?

Meanwhile, some daft company has converted "The Prisoner" into a radio series and expect buyers. HA.

WHO the FUCK would CARE? Without the long dead Mr. M. in the lead role, the show is hardly worth listening to FREEEE. Didn't an ill-fated new TV version prove that?

Yes, you can have multiple versions of Sherlock Holmes or James Bond, but lesser characters, such as John Drake, #6, John Steed, etc. were driven by the actor, not the role.

At "The Big Finish" website, they "generously" offer a carved bit of turkey...SOME of the first episode. Not all. You're supposed to be so enthralled by the actors carrying on, that you'll want to BUY the set.

BUY? I won't be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, de-briefed or...made to BUY anything anymore. My life is my torrent.

You get used to FREEEEE, but you also get jaded, because in these days of streaming, and give-aways and GooTube and whatnot, something has to be pretty damn special to buy. It has to be brilliant. Maybe it's something you give as a gift. Or it's packaged with "goodies" (like posters, autographed cards or buttons) that you can't get via download.

It also has to be something a lot less stupid than turning a highly visual show backward into a radio series. What next, The Avengers? Why not, we saw a failed movie version. That should beg the question, "When do we get all the episodes badly re-done as radio shows?? With idiotic bad actors and actresses doing their Halloween-like impressions of more famous stars?

Sorry, nobody's buying, because everyone's tapped out from Christmas shopping.

Thank Christ the fucking "holiday" is over, along with the freakish record high temperatures in various cities. Nothing says "Christmas" than going to Midnight Mass in just a shirt and pants. Or, for the usual tarts, a blouse and a short skirt almost at crotch-level.

For some, it was impossible to handle Saint Nick without Saint John's Wort. Nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more. And sing no more fucking Christmas songs, especially "Wonderful Christmastime."