Survivors

I was first infected with the virus back in the Seventies, but I was just a kid, and we only had three channels to choose from.

I think it was the opening sequence - which to my mind remained the best I'd ever seen right up until the Sopranos.

Now, each week I find myself lapsing out of remission for an hour each Tuesday, as I lie back horribly afflicted, seemingly rendered catatonic by a mixture of implausible plot-line and terrible acting.

Last night's episode was right up there, with what seemed like a reprise of Peter Ustinov's Spartacus role woven seamlessly into the story.

The one significant strength of the show (and true of the original too) is that I don't particularly find myself rooting for any of the characters. This lends it a deeply existential element that I'm sure is entirely accidental. Again.

When watching I often think of a conversation I had with Andy Williams (now Brigadier Williams) many years ago. I was enthusing about anarchy. He said something like "Bring it on, Gary, bring it on. We've got all the guns."

He had a point. Where are all the guns?





"Found this parka on a dead man,
Jamie's gotta couple of knives,
The countryside's crawling with maniacs,
You gotta survive."

(Brucie bonus for this one - released around the time the original series was axed...)


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