Tuesday, May 15, 2012
I was up far too late last night and for a few minutes started watching a film called Quarantine - according the the info button on my TV this was about a news team caught up in a block of flats filled with rabid tenants. This bit I saw involved a dog foaming at the mouth and heading towards the TV crew before some poor chap allowed the lift to open across the hall and Fido decided to savage that individual instead whose last act was to allow the lift doors to close followed by much screaming and slobbering from Fido.
But what was really honorific was on BBC2 where Michael Portillo was going between Greece and Germany and offering people who had just admitted the Euro was a disaster and everything was going to hell in a hand cart the possibility of their own currency back. To a man and woman in a display of Stockholm syndrome that will have warmed the hearts in Brussels each captive went for the instrument of their destruction - the Euro when offered the choice. There are no lessons learnt and there is no hope.
At that point it was well past bed time - but given the choice the adventures of Fido the dog with the shaving foam just making friends by savaging people looked like the less disturbing viewing.