THE MURDEROUS MUTTHEADS.
Yes, save our souls, those overgrown children from the school for spies are at it again: this time they have chosen to play one of their favourite pastimes for murderous muttheads, 'kill the turncoat kid.'
Now I haven't that much time for the alleged former Soviet agent currently in a critical condition in hospital. To me he appears to be just another of those daft buggers who has been playing silly James Bond games.
I do have a degree of sympathy with his daughter, a great deal of sympathy with Sergeant Nick Bailey of the Wiltshire Police, and concern for the many other innocent people effected, though.
Apparently they have been poisoned by a nerve gas known as Novichok: a Russian invention.Who says mad scientists can only be found in fiction?
As is the custom, politicians are spouting outrage and false innocence in equal measure.This has culminated in a Russian bigmouth reminding us that his country possesses nuclear arms so apparently should not be questioned. Bollocks!
Most of the time, spies - like gangsters - stick to murdering each other, so the rest of us can pretend they don't exist: now we have been reminded again that they do. Appalling, isn't it?
With luck, and a load of decontamination, nothing will come of it all.
Without luck these recalcitrant renegades from the human race will eventually plunge us into another world war.
I'm far too old to let it frighten me, but I do fear for our descendants.
DEPARTURES.
In brief (because this blog is starting to look like an in memoriam column), both Ken Dodd and Stephen Hawking have died this week. Each man had a fine brain and each was an expert in his own field.
Wherever their spirits rest up will be the better for it.
TELEVISION.
We have been watching:
Shetland (good).
Below the Surface (good).
Portrait Artist of the Year (always watchable) and
Homeland (a neurotic nightmare).
We have also seen the entire series of Endeavour (excellent) and Call the Midwife (alive with loud ingenues in labour, fine ensemble acting, and a Judy Parfitt (pictured) performance that brought me close to tears of joy every week).
(What's that? Recalcitrant renegades from the human race? Hell, if you're a born hack you can't resist the occasional jaunt into journalese.)
Cheers.
Now I haven't that much time for the alleged former Soviet agent currently in a critical condition in hospital. To me he appears to be just another of those daft buggers who has been playing silly James Bond games.
I do have a degree of sympathy with his daughter, a great deal of sympathy with Sergeant Nick Bailey of the Wiltshire Police, and concern for the many other innocent people effected, though.
Apparently they have been poisoned by a nerve gas known as Novichok: a Russian invention.Who says mad scientists can only be found in fiction?
As is the custom, politicians are spouting outrage and false innocence in equal measure.This has culminated in a Russian bigmouth reminding us that his country possesses nuclear arms so apparently should not be questioned. Bollocks!
Most of the time, spies - like gangsters - stick to murdering each other, so the rest of us can pretend they don't exist: now we have been reminded again that they do. Appalling, isn't it?
With luck, and a load of decontamination, nothing will come of it all.
Without luck these recalcitrant renegades from the human race will eventually plunge us into another world war.
I'm far too old to let it frighten me, but I do fear for our descendants.
DEPARTURES.
In brief (because this blog is starting to look like an in memoriam column), both Ken Dodd and Stephen Hawking have died this week. Each man had a fine brain and each was an expert in his own field.
Wherever their spirits rest up will be the better for it.
TELEVISION.
We have been watching:
Shetland (good).
Below the Surface (good).
Portrait Artist of the Year (always watchable) and
Homeland (a neurotic nightmare).
We have also seen the entire series of Endeavour (excellent) and Call the Midwife (alive with loud ingenues in labour, fine ensemble acting, and a Judy Parfitt (pictured) performance that brought me close to tears of joy every week).
Cheers.
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