Crime Drama
It seems we like a crime drama, arm chair detectives many are we.
My wife prides herself in sussing it out and is usually far ahead of me.
There's always a new one on the tele to feed that desire within- good against evil, justice, getting the baddie- it could be a Thin Blue Line comedy, something gritty, violent behind the sofa time, real fly on the wall docu- what have The Met done now, a Scandi dark one, heist, courtroom, who dunnit Morse, or a cosy Marple, Midsomer Murder- who'd live in that village, and then there's the one who got away, remember The Shawshank Redemption, that twist reveal, I remember it to this day.
Don't know about you but I grew up with Kojak- 'who loves you baby' (suck lollipop if you have one), Starsky and Hutch, Ironside, seems like nothings changed, as we watch the latest at our firesides.
Could go on and talk about crime novels such as Dostoevsky's Crime & Punishment and then the real life criminals- The Wests, Sutcliffe, Shiphams of this world.
But theres one crime in history that stands out to me; The one where we all had a hand in the death, and it's not Agatha's Murder On the Orient Express in case you're thinking, no, it was the innocent one, who carried the can, that you and I may go free.
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