What a wonderful couple of hours of television I've just experienced in British TV Land.
A typically brilliant CSI: Miami episode - once again, another slice of vividly unreal ultra-reality from the Jerry Bruckheimer stables (as you can't experience something first-hand on a screen, make it jump out of the screen.)
I followed that up with 15 minutes of The Games. I unexpectedly felt quite wholesomely uplifted by the sight of some normally abnormally-annoying c-list celebrities ("comedian" Bobby Davro, Queen Of Hearts Cad James Hewitt, the bloke that's not H out of Steps, and one of the So Solid Crew) breaking their limits weightlifting.
But what I was holding out for was Jump London, a documentary film about the phenomenom of Le Parkour (or Free Running), whereby groups of brave/insane Parkouristes (or Free Runners) gracefully leap, jump, glide, cling to and bounce off any urban surface imaginable, the higher the better.
The film followed Seb Foucan's group, with a number of London landmarks and rooftops being their stage over the course of a day's shooting. Truly breathtaking - it just goes to show that films like the Matrix and Crouching Tigeraren't so far-fetched after all.
And it was good to see my beautiful former home-city on the screen in the way that I've always seen it. Through Jerry Bruckheimer eyes.