i have been watching sugar rush since my return from all points north, and i must say that it is superior even to big brother in the late night viewing stakes. the nostalgic romance of a youth spent on vodka, brighton and longing is too strong to be resisted by this calvados addled critic. i give it eight ballons out of a sausage dog. next week, i will be concidering what the best chase dreams are. untill then i leave you in 'aste: goodbye.