OK, here it is. Here’s the great idea I’ve been humping on about for ages now. But first, let me tell you how it came to be.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and I was at home watching Poirot on the tebly-box. He was doing the usual, using the little grey cells, making Hastings look like a cock, all the usual that you expect from the diminutive Belgian. Oh, and by the way, David Suchet is Poirot. There can be no other. Don’t even come round here with your Peter Ustinov bollocks, or I’ll kick your face off. Albert Finney? Fuck off, more like.
