Xenon's Seventh Circle

Oh season five, season five... What do you do, when a series you love ceases to be a series that you love? No, that's not quite what I mean. When you love a show, but it changes, and you really wish it hadn't? Or when everybody wishes it hadn't...

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So... today I have been watching Hart To Hart, which, it must be said, is an enjoyably silly pastime. I don't think the stuntman is even trying to look like Robert Wagner. To give him his due though, old Wagner can certainly throw a good punch. And a good fish, as it turns out. And those clothes. Good grief. They make Huggy Bear seem sensibly dressed. I know it's easy to mock (and Hart To Hart is so easily mocked ;)) but I do mean it fondly. I used to watch this show as a little kid, and I always enjoyed it at the time. It has that right balance of action and utter lunacy that you can enjoy as a child or as an adult. I don't think it's possible to enjoy the fashions at any age, though. Sorry, but chunky knit cardigans with leather elbow patches weren't a good idea in 1979 either...

My internet music thingy just played me a truly fantastic piece of music - Kansas City Stomp, by Jelly Roll Morton. This needs further investigation. Album title, album title. Come on, music thingy, give me an album title. Ah ha. Mr Jelly Lord. Well, full marks for the silly title. That was a really awesome piece of music, though.

And Dirk Benedict on BBC Breakfast this morning! Honestly, Big Brother may have been a ghastly experience for many of those involved, but it's great seeing him on TV again. He's always good value for money in an interview, even if he does tend to tie the interviewers in verbal knots, and leave the audience with their brains in a tangle. I guess he'll be off back to Montana again soon. Don't stay away so long next time, Faceman. :)