It was Foyle's War on ITV3 again last night.
The one where Foyle's fighter pilot son is accused of spying for the enemy and the boss of the local radar station is (to put it politely) a potential murder victim of the first order.
Michael Kitchen as Foyle, the lovely Honeysuckle Weeks - what a super name - as his driver, and his trilby hat which any way up is a better actor than David Caruso's sun glasses, are compulsive viewing no matter how many times you have seen them.
The same goes for Crabb, played by Richard Griffiths (with Maggie Steed as his wife) the unlikely detective-come-chef of Pie in the Sky.
Total tosh delivered by a delightfully watchable cast.
Perhaps I am too easily pleased but I enjoy them all. A Touch of Frost with ol' David Jason, umpteen re-runs and still magic.
Sherlock Holmes with the manic Jeremy Brett and the solid Edward (must be son of Sir Cedric) Hardwicke as his Dr. Watson, easily the equal of Rathbone and Bruce.
David Suchet's definitive Poirot, a cardboard character brought to life.
I could go on and may at some time in the future, but it is late again and the old head gets to asking things like who does play that wonderful Hastings and that excellent Japp?
What is that likeable Davison chap's Christian name? He was a jolly good Albert Campion and a jolly good Dangerous Davies. And if Simon Brett ever adapts the Charles Paris books for television he'd be pretty good in the leading role there, too.
I am nodding off. I shall get to bed...
Justin Thyme
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