An evening with a (to me, very) old rerun of Peter Gunn, a show more from my husband’s youth than mine. Not only did the detective wear a suit the whole time, but so did the crooks: suits, ties, and hats. One of the villains even wore a hat with a feather detail in it. … Continue reading Watching Peter Gunn
Watched an episode of the seemingly endless British TV mysteries that I seem to be well able to ferret out on Netflix: Kavanagh QC. This series stars John Thaw, who is famous in America for the Inspector Morse series that he starred in. But I digress. I note that fact because it explains the latest … Continue reading British TV and another poem by somebody else entirely
Buck and I have been awash lately in British Victorian period dramas, thanks to Netflix. We’ve just finished Middlemarch and are now working on Anthony Trollope: He Knew He Was Right. And so we are also awash in great silk and satin dresses with complicated laces. Buck: “I thought Trollope was a comedy writer.” Nope, … Continue reading Trollope. Eliot. I deal with great heaps of verbiage.
This is Teardrop by Massive Attack. Sounds familiar, right? It’s also used, without vocals, as the theme song to House.