Plumbing the depths
CHRISTMAS cheer for all Poirot fans; the Beeb’s big seasonal blockbuster this year is a three-parter featuring the little Belgian guy doing his stuff.
However, this is Poirot as you’ve never imagined him before. Hercule, played by John Malkovich (uh?) no longer has a comical Belgian accent. He speaks perfect English and – here’s the corker – he won’t have a moustache to twirl while making his deductions. This Poirot has a grey goatee instead.
Malkovich says: “Poirot and Christie fans may just hate all this.”
Quite so. So why bother? Merry Christmas, everyone.
JSO, most of us are BOBS, are we? As in “Bored of Brexit” (lousy grammar, but why let good English get in the way of a catchy acronym?
As we’ve already given away so much that is dear to the heart of England (see Richard here) why stop at corrupting the language of Shakespeare?)
Calling us BOBS is Theresa May’s latest wheeze to persuade us all that the time’s come to accept her terrible EU deal. “Now dears”, she patronises, “I know you’re all bored to death with Brexit after all this time so just do as I say and accept my deal, and you can forget all about it!”
And yes, we are all bored to death of hearing that bloody word Brexit. But we’re not just BOBS;
RI WAS a reporter in the Lakes during the long hot summer of 1976 and it was the first time for decades that the drowned village of Derwent re-emerged from the shrinking waters of Ladybower Reservoir.
My chief memory is how spooky was the sight of the ruins seemingly rising, dripping, from the depths. Sightseers were muted; respectful.
This year’s heatwave revealed the spectral village again – but this time, tourists cheerfully clambered over the remains, pilfering and scrawling graffiti. (“Cheryl & Steve”– you should be ashamed of yourselves.)
Forty years on, it’s a different world.
BRING US A BETTER DEAL AND ‘BOBS’ YOUR UNCLE
we’re MAPS – Murderous at Politicians. We’re also SLOTS – Sick of the Lot of Them.
Don’t they realise how alienated we’ve all become?
We have absolutely no faith or trust in our public servants any more.
Politicos, forget BOBS; what we are is BOYS – Bored of YOU. Big time.