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I’m a huge fan of the BBC series “Waking the Dead???*. I find it moderately inconvenient that the second part of each two-parter is broadcast on Mondays, when I’m at Hospital Radio, but I find that by failing to concentrate on what I’m meant to be doing, I manage to follow the action fairly well.

I have to say that I don’t find the programme remotely believable. In this week’s programmes, Dr Frankie Wharton, the forensic pathologist, revealed that she’d done a course in bomb disposal. Of course you have, dear. And a couple of weeks ago she just happened to have a couple of spare dead bodies hanging around in her lab. Spencer’s promotion was turned down, but his boss had a word with a mate, and it was all sorted.

Of course, what’s most unbelievable is that the Police would spend so much money on high-tech facilities to solve crime. Think how many speed cameras they could have bought with that money…

Anyway, what I was going to blog about was that in this week’s episode, the psychological profiler Grace Foley produced a character assessment of their dead body, based on his diaries. Can you imagine if anyone ever tried to profile us lot from reading our blogs? The Milk Monster would come out it very well, she’s very advanced for a six-month-old, but my profile would have me down as a serial mobile phone thief and compulsive geocacher…and what a psychiatrist would say about my love for my huge car is frightening. Mort’s Mom, of course, is bonkers in a friendly kind of way, and they’d have SimonG locked up for his own protection in seconds…

Maybe it’s not such a bad idea after all

*To be strictly accurate, I’m a huge fan of Claire Goose

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