The new rules of growing old gracefully

I was reminded an old post I made here, back when I could write. It’s not that I’ve forgotten how to do it, or magically been zapped by some wicked witch, but I’ve just run out of time and enthusiasm. I wonder if that’s what happens to everyone in the end. When was the last good Metallica album you heard? Isn’t the best recent Ministry album a pale copy of Psalm 69? I might hope for a good new NIN album, but we’ll likely get a dull slab of corporate dad-rock with some tinkly bits.

What happened to us all?

We got old. Rock ‘n’ roll comes with a deadline, and when you reach it, time to die or move on. You’re not supposed to still be there at 50. 

The many deaths of Spooks

Just finished watching season 8 of Spooks, and I’m beginning to wonder why anyone would want to be a spy, given that they seldom survive long enough to collect their pensions.

In this spoiler-filled and rather gruesome list, let’s just recap the many nasty ways that the leading cast have met their ends:

Helen Flynn (2002) – boiled alive in a deep fat fryer. Funnily enough, that clip – which drew a record number of complaints to the BBC – is not on YouTube.