Barbed Wire

Mes Amis

Fundy Bones.... I hate applying for funding. At this stage you would think a postgrad might be treated as a professional, maybe given some kind of salary, some help with their project. But no, not if you're in the social fucking sciences. And most especially not if you're a philosopher. So here we go, year two of applying for funding and if I don't get it this year that's my academic life screwed...

Cold Harbours... Maybe Andy Cox was listenting to my complaints the other day (but I doubt it!)... CW8 has a cool looking cover and may actually be out some time this year.

Unhinged Melody... Wire in the Blood, starring Robson Greene (Yes, that Robson Greene) as psychiatrist Tony Hill is probably one of the best running dramas ITV has put out for a while. Normally it wouldn't be saying much but its a diverting couple of hours on a Monday night... except for the fact that I honestly can't believe one city (the fictional town of Bradford) could seriously house so many deviants and psychopaths. Just burn the fucking place to the ground and be done with it! At least its more believable than Midsummer Murders where the solution would seem to be just lock up the whole damn village the minute any crime is committed. They're all going to be guilty at some point given the laws of averages... Anyway, the point is that I'm still not sure how to take Greene's performance. He seems to be utterly at odds with the rest of the show, tripping the fine line between interminably creepy and the ludicrously camp. While everyone else looks grim, Dr Hill pads about the victim's last place muttering to himself and looking surprised every time he looks up from his feet... One more reason to burn Bradfield down and start again... the good guys are every bit as nutty as the serial killers they're trying to catch...

Anyway, mes amis, that's all for now.

Au Revoir

Russel