Thanks to Ian Dickerson for the news that Network DVD have cut their stock prices for online sales by 40% until Sunday 25th January. I’m caving in and going for the Department S boxed set now it’s under thirty quid. Though for the moment I’m still working my way through forty-seven hours of Danger Man after Guy Adams nudged me into adding it to my Christmas wish list.
Danger Man was a show that I never really appreciated the first time around, probably because it was too grown-up for me then… whereas now, for my adult self, it’s scratching the ITC itch perfectly!
I’m also tempted to maybe a season or two of The Sandbaggers. This is the espionage show that the producers of Spooks (US title: MI5) went to such great trouble to hunt down. Haven’t seen anything of it in years, but I remember it being impressive when it first came out.
My very first literary agent, Yvonne Heather, also represented creator Ian Mackintosh for published work. I’ve a certain fondness for the light-touch husband-and-wife detective series that he created, The Wilde Alliance (not available on DVD, as far as I know). John Stride and Julia Foster were a kind of modern-day Nick and Nora Charles, only sober; he was a thriller writer, they were stinking rich, and they lived in a gorgeous house around the back of York Minster. If that doesn’t date it, I don’t know what would.
And while we’re at it, has anyone ever seen or heard anything of Mister Jerico? It appears to be a TV movie starring Patrick Macnee and “produced, written and directed by some of the mainstays behind the phenomenon that was The Avengers.”
Forgotten gem or lost dog?
Moving away from Network, but inspired by the contribution of director Don Chaffey to Danger Man (and rather fancying Jan Francis lookalike and guest star Georgina Ward) I started to look out his B-movie crime thriller With These Hands… a bizarre underworld number, written and produced by the equally bizarre partnership of soap creator Hazel Adair and wrestling commentator Kent Walton… only to find that it had been repackaged as Sex Clinic and released as 70s soft porn for the grubby mac brigade. It’s part of a DVD double-bill with a Norman J Warren movie but now I’m waaaay too embarrassed to order it!