Yes, it’s dark and late at night on this side of the world, and I’m guessing where you are, it’s probably summer, the sun’s out, the day is warm, even slightly hot, and you’ve got better things to do.
Here, in the so-called land down under, which surprisingly a lot of people from the other side of the world do not know about…
Now, hang on, that can’t be true, because we all know the world is round and there had to be something or somewhere opposite. I know that north we have China, and Europe, and further away, the United States.
Been to China, and Europe and the United States, so I know you’re all there, somewhere.
And, as you can see, the rain and the cold has amped up the boredom factor and pushing me to do anything other than writing. I have three jobs I’m supposed to be doing,
- Editing the next five chapters of Walthenson, a Private Detective novel
- Writing two episodes of a serial story about surveillance going wrong, and
- Finishing off the travelogue about our China trip
None of them is appealing to me at the moment.
Instead, I find myself looking at what is showing on Summer TV in the US, one of which is called Reef Break with Poppy Montgomery. Interesting show, it is filmed in Australia at the Gold Coast, about 30 minutes south of where I live, and it’s a treat to see all those places we are so familiar with, on your TV. I wondered why it was shot in Australia, then I discovered Poppy Montgomery is Australian.
Then there’s one of my favourites, Elementary. I’m a Sherlock Holmes nut, but what’s getting me is the fact Lucy Liu has blondish hair. Sorry, it’s distracting.
There’s the InBetween, you know, that spooky place between life and death, much the same as saying I see dead people, hang on, didn’t Bruce Willis say that once upon a time? It seems interesting, but time will tell.
But, my favourite at the moment, Blood and Treasure. Indiana Jones without Indiana Jones, but I like the travelogue, an adversary that I last saw in Covert Affairs, and a good and bad guy, now a thoroughly bad guy. I still think he works for Israeli Intelligence in some sort of cross-over. Nazis though, why is it the Nazis keep raising their heads?
Maybe Grand Hotel will give me some light-hearted relief. No, sorry, a suspicious death, a wicked stepmother trying to get rid of the hotel, a porter who’s investigating said susp[icious death, and the usual smattering of spoilt rich kids who don’t seem to learn anything, and mostly manners and humility, at those expensive finishing schools.
There’s more, but I better get back to work.