5: English series

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I'm not going to classify them as dramas or anything, but 5 of the most exciting things I've watched on television:

1. The River

I know you were expecting something else, but try watching The River at the 11:00 pm slot and you'll know what I mean.



2. How I met Your Mother

I'm more of a HIMYM kinda gal than a Friends one.


3. Castle

Do I need to say anything?







4.  Supernatural

I'm a Dean-girl than Sam, mind you!



Yeah, and I'm crazy about Castiel!



5. The Mentalist

Oh, Jane!



Honourable mentions:

Melissa and Joey, Bones, Lie to Me, Cougar Town

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