Let's have a couple more Spooks links while I'm milking it: Mark Lawson enjoyed the episode, and so did Leigh Holmwood, both of them from the Grauniad.
While I'm on the subject, I've answered this in the comments, but it keeps coming up in various other places, so I may as well address it here. The thing everyone wants to know is: Why all the fuss when arresting Harry? I mean, SAS dudes through the windows? Bit over the top, no? Why did you do that, you monstrous buffoon? Simple, really. Because it's Harry. Harry fucking Pearce. Harry is ultra cool, old school, and a supreme badass. He's been in the service for *years* - and made it through 7 seasons of a show that quite happily kills off characters all the time. In the context of the show, if he actually *had* been a traitor, and he knew that they'd found out, Christ only knows what shenanigans he'd have set into motion to get himself out of it. He knows all the tricks, and the best thing to do is to take him down as fast and hard as possible. If it was my job to arrest him, I'd bring the army, the SAS, the Royal Marines, and some sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads. If anything, considering who he was, it was a fairly low profile, simple arrest.
On Tuesday I spent a delightful afternoon/evening out with Mr Jason "Arnoppapadopoulos" Arnopp, during which he forced me to have several drinks, cackling wildly the whole time. It was a slightly odd pub crawl, because to start with, we merely moved around inside the first pub we went to, sitting at three different tables. We then went to the coldest pub in the world, shortly before going to the warmest pub in the world. After that I murdered Mr Arnopp in cold blood, did sexy things to his dead body, and dumped him in an alley, before running home shrieking, covered in his blood. All of that is true. Any future blog posts by him are actually me, covering up what I did. I will even employ a look-alike in the event he needs to appear in photos. Unless the police are reading, in which case none of that happened.
Christmas has definitely arrived here in Spork Towers, and it's my solemn duty to share some of the festive glee. So behold! Our fabulous Christmas tree!
Yes, there is one there, under all the baubles. No, there aren't too many. Please do not ask silly questions like that. You can NEVER have too many baubles. And no, neither of us is religious, don't believe in God or any of that stuff - but everyone else is having a party, food, and presents, so why should we miss out? Besides, Christmas trees are nice. And so are presents. And roast potatoes. Mmmm, roast potatoes.
And finally, it's been a long, long wait for my contract to run out, but I have now upgraded and got a lovely new iPhone. Oh blimey, it's nice. It makes me feel funny in my tummy. It's also yet another way to procrastinate, along with new things like Twitter, which I've been experimenting with. Yes, I am now a Twitter Shitter, and you can follow me if you like here. I warn you now, it'll probably just be lots of swearing and random weirdness, but that's what you get when you peek into the mind of a madman. Either that, or I'll just forget to update it for days on end. Bookies are refusing to take bets on it, if that's any indication.
You may or may not have noticed that the Twitter thingy is also over in the sidebar on the right, and I've rearranged it slightly and got rid of all the Severance, DW and TW images. It needed cleaning up, as it was getting too cluttered. But I've moved all those images and links to a special new shop post, which contains all the shop links to things I've worked on. You can see it right here, just before this entry, and I'll update it as and when I have new things to flog.