The assistant took the paper wipe from my hand and, to this day I remember this most clearly. She said, “Don’t worry, there’s somebody here at all times. She won’t be alone. And we never turn the lights out, so she won’t be in the dark.”
Now I live in the UK, and I’m working on a dissertation about UK Labour. While we have seen insipid dramas about New Labour leadership problems and the bromance gone bad of Brown and Blair, all soaked in the aggrandisement or faux mea culpas of their acolytes and enablers, we’ve yet to see anything of the gravitas, production elegance, political rawness or basic bloody insight and entertainment of The Killing Season. Even if you know nothing about Australian politics, you should watch this and appreciate the importance of a decent public service broadcaster to its audience.
This says more about friendship than it does my taste in music, I think. Name those tunes…