I was told a new day was coming; clearly this isn't it.

Have just watched the first episode of the final season of The Wire. I know I should have held off, but I'm as weak as any of those Baltimore addicts left alone with some of what they crave. It's as magnificent and as true as ever, but the series' ongoing message - that nothing ever changes, that the system cannot be beaten - rings particularly true right after a bank holiday weekend, when for four somehow-never-quite-as-glorious-as-they-should-be days you could almost believe you were out of the game. And then you're pulled back into the machine.

Let's just take eight more posts like this as read, shall we?