It's funny while being intricate, and manages to juggle numerous distinct character lines without any apparent effort. It is the culmination of the 'Psmith' sequence of stories and only the second episode in the 'Blandings' saga. In short, it is 'Leave It To Psmith', and it is easily one of Wodehouse's best novels, in my limited experience. The 'Jeeves' stories are still to come, and a whole era of Wodehouse remains untouched.
There's a mighty freshness to Wodehouse's work prior to the Second World War and his dubious misadventures, beyond which it feels somehow unnecessary to tread at the moment. Reading his works for the first time is like the first taste of an ice cream soda, or singing and dancing in the rain on a blustery day, and this is one of the best.
What is 'Leave It To Psmith' about? On this occasion, that's quite a difficult question to answer. There's Psmith, one of Wodehouse's earlier characters, seeking employment after resigning from an odious, and odorous, family job in the fish business falls into fairly innocently impersonating a poet who is about to visit Blandings Castle, as a means of following the extremely freshly discovered love of his live Eve, who has been hired to catalogue their library. Simultaneously, the Earl of Emsworth's brother-in-law, Joe Keeble, and Emsworth's idiot son Freddie conspire to steal Constance Keeble's fabulous necklace and then return it as part of a scheme to liberate some money from her control for the noble purposes of helping some friends, and themselves. Freddie enlists Psmith, and then Eve (love of both their lives), in the necklace scheme, little suspecting that a fellow guest and poetess is also on the hunt for the jewellery. Not only that, but the efficient Baxter, secretary extraordinaire is hot on all their trails, and flowerpots feature heavily in the plot, with a recurring theme of hollyhocks. Ah, hollyhocks... All in all, it would be complex, if not for the wonderful prose.
'Leave It To Psmith' is a daft and entertaining diversion, with some excellent juggling of all the various elements, and some endearing silliness all around as we untangle numerous impostures, attempts at theft, flingings of flowerpots, and one throughline in which everyone, except Lady Constance Keeble, is out to help the course of true love for Psmith's and Eve's old friends Mike and Phyllis.
It's lovely.
O.
Tuesday, 31 October 2017
Monday, 30 October 2017
Returned Once Again, For The First Time
Greetings, and welcome to the resumption of this piece of prosaic fluff, which is otherwise known as the Quirky Muffin. Ah, such bliss it is to write with the sure skills of someone who has made it through a whole day without doing anything correctly! Perhaps this blog post will actually be resolved in dodgy Spanish, without it ever being realised? It's entirely possible after a few particularly bizarre episodes. "I meant to write 'plus', not 'flop'!".
'Condorman' is playing to one side as this is written. Ah, it's a classic, misunderstood by the masses, and yet strangely compelling to people who still have contact with the silly romantic sides of their natures. Don't believe the nay-sayers, for they have no idea what's going on! It's a nice way to finish a day of triple tutoring after a long and relatively sleepless weekend away.
Trips can be nice. On this occasion the weekend away incorporated a trip to scenic Dove Dale, home of some of the most famous stepping stones in Britain. It was ever so pretty, but unfortunately combined with a bleak and overcast day to make something less than ideal. At least the littler people had a nice time, which is something. The bigger people got to play 'Ghost Stories', 'Card City XL' and the evergreen 'Ra'. Ah, a classical game, that last one.
It's time for school holidays once again, which means the board game theme continues as a board game party is due for the students. What on Earth to play with a bunch of year fives, sixes and sevens? The current plan is to keep it simple and go with the classics: 'Forbidden Island', 'Mississippi Queen', 'King Of Tokyo', 'A Fake Artist In New York' or some selection of the above. Isn't it grand?
Uh-oh, Natalia just found out the truth in 'Condorman'. The dreaded romantic break is surely coming...
O.
'Condorman' is playing to one side as this is written. Ah, it's a classic, misunderstood by the masses, and yet strangely compelling to people who still have contact with the silly romantic sides of their natures. Don't believe the nay-sayers, for they have no idea what's going on! It's a nice way to finish a day of triple tutoring after a long and relatively sleepless weekend away.
Trips can be nice. On this occasion the weekend away incorporated a trip to scenic Dove Dale, home of some of the most famous stepping stones in Britain. It was ever so pretty, but unfortunately combined with a bleak and overcast day to make something less than ideal. At least the littler people had a nice time, which is something. The bigger people got to play 'Ghost Stories', 'Card City XL' and the evergreen 'Ra'. Ah, a classical game, that last one.
It's time for school holidays once again, which means the board game theme continues as a board game party is due for the students. What on Earth to play with a bunch of year fives, sixes and sevens? The current plan is to keep it simple and go with the classics: 'Forbidden Island', 'Mississippi Queen', 'King Of Tokyo', 'A Fake Artist In New York' or some selection of the above. Isn't it grand?
Uh-oh, Natalia just found out the truth in 'Condorman'. The dreaded romantic break is surely coming...
O.
Thursday, 26 October 2017
Movie: 'Around The World In 80 Days' (1956)
(Pre-prepared to cover for a trip)
If it weren't for a couple of things, this would be one of the greatest adaptations to be filmed, but it's not. Every Jules Verne adaptation seems to founder bizarrely, caught on the rocky shoals of production or conception. This one, to get the bad out of the way early, seems to have taken Spanish funding and inserted a freshly fabricated sequence involving a balloon and landing mistakenly in Spain that lasts for about forty minutes of the one hundred and seventy minutes. Almost an entire quarter of a movie based in racing around the world in record time is stuck in Spain, doing practically nothing and messing around with bulls! It's infuriating! Utterly infuriating! The movie bombs in that first hour after a very encouraging beginning, and then doesn't pick up until afterward, when presumably most people have given up and gone back to counting their fingers or watching the wallpaper.
It's doubly infuriating since the movie sticks very closely to the original adventure after the interlude the air and Spain, and is actually very well made, pretty and watchable after it completes the transition back to the properly adapted story. Alas, sometimes that's how movies were made. The introduction of legendary Mexican star Cantinflas as a suddenly Spanish servant Passepartout, (originally French) results in a huge amount of time spent on showcasing his talents in the Spanish sequence, annoying a lot of viewers in the process, and undermining his excellent work later when he's treated as a regular character. Oh, the movie of two parts... If only, if only.
That's enough of the bad. The remainder of the film, which can be accessed easily by skipping the aforementioned Spanish sequence, is pretty solid. It omits some portions of the travel, and instead concentrates on certain passages. For example, they skip directly from the place of cinematic doom to Suez, and miss out everything between, but do reproduce the story of the novel whenever they choose to keep a sequence. The music is very patriotic and lampoons the stuffiness of David Niven's hero, the dispassionate Phileas Fogg, as much as Verne did in his prose. 'Around The World In Eighty Days' wasn't an entirely serious work, after all. It was meant to be humorous. It's also fast paced once you get into the good part, and David Niven is brilliantly subdued as the great traveller. A very young Shirley Maclaine is oddly cast as an Indian princess, but doesn't do badly with what she's given. Robert Newton is funny, but a bit too caricatured as Detective Fix, the policeman tacked on to Fogg's party, who is intent on arresting him once he reaches his home country once again.
Apart from the sheer length of the movie, the music, the brilliant photography and production values, a great closing credit sequence by Saul Bass, and a very odd production story that includes Orson Welles going bankrupt from the stage version, the most notable aspect of this film is the ridiculous number of high profile cameo appearance. The movie is stuffed with notable actors and performers popping up for a few seconds, and almost buries itself under the burden of featuring them all. However, ultimately it does benefit from the accumulated star power. David Niven is lovely, and caught the comedic moments perfectly when they come his way.
It's a good film, if you know what not to watch. If only it had been two hours long instead of three, then it would have been great. Go ahead, give it a try, but forward through that bizarre addition and save yourself an hour. There are no balloons in the original story. It's a nice experience, which lovely trains and ships.
O.
If it weren't for a couple of things, this would be one of the greatest adaptations to be filmed, but it's not. Every Jules Verne adaptation seems to founder bizarrely, caught on the rocky shoals of production or conception. This one, to get the bad out of the way early, seems to have taken Spanish funding and inserted a freshly fabricated sequence involving a balloon and landing mistakenly in Spain that lasts for about forty minutes of the one hundred and seventy minutes. Almost an entire quarter of a movie based in racing around the world in record time is stuck in Spain, doing practically nothing and messing around with bulls! It's infuriating! Utterly infuriating! The movie bombs in that first hour after a very encouraging beginning, and then doesn't pick up until afterward, when presumably most people have given up and gone back to counting their fingers or watching the wallpaper.
It's doubly infuriating since the movie sticks very closely to the original adventure after the interlude the air and Spain, and is actually very well made, pretty and watchable after it completes the transition back to the properly adapted story. Alas, sometimes that's how movies were made. The introduction of legendary Mexican star Cantinflas as a suddenly Spanish servant Passepartout, (originally French) results in a huge amount of time spent on showcasing his talents in the Spanish sequence, annoying a lot of viewers in the process, and undermining his excellent work later when he's treated as a regular character. Oh, the movie of two parts... If only, if only.
That's enough of the bad. The remainder of the film, which can be accessed easily by skipping the aforementioned Spanish sequence, is pretty solid. It omits some portions of the travel, and instead concentrates on certain passages. For example, they skip directly from the place of cinematic doom to Suez, and miss out everything between, but do reproduce the story of the novel whenever they choose to keep a sequence. The music is very patriotic and lampoons the stuffiness of David Niven's hero, the dispassionate Phileas Fogg, as much as Verne did in his prose. 'Around The World In Eighty Days' wasn't an entirely serious work, after all. It was meant to be humorous. It's also fast paced once you get into the good part, and David Niven is brilliantly subdued as the great traveller. A very young Shirley Maclaine is oddly cast as an Indian princess, but doesn't do badly with what she's given. Robert Newton is funny, but a bit too caricatured as Detective Fix, the policeman tacked on to Fogg's party, who is intent on arresting him once he reaches his home country once again.
Apart from the sheer length of the movie, the music, the brilliant photography and production values, a great closing credit sequence by Saul Bass, and a very odd production story that includes Orson Welles going bankrupt from the stage version, the most notable aspect of this film is the ridiculous number of high profile cameo appearance. The movie is stuffed with notable actors and performers popping up for a few seconds, and almost buries itself under the burden of featuring them all. However, ultimately it does benefit from the accumulated star power. David Niven is lovely, and caught the comedic moments perfectly when they come his way.
It's a good film, if you know what not to watch. If only it had been two hours long instead of three, then it would have been great. Go ahead, give it a try, but forward through that bizarre addition and save yourself an hour. There are no balloons in the original story. It's a nice experience, which lovely trains and ships.
O.
Tuesday, 24 October 2017
Movie: 'Blind Date' (1987)
What a curious movie. It doesn't feel like a movie that should fit into the usual sensibilities, but it does. Very much so, except for one particularly crude moment. Perhaps it's childhood familiarity coming into play, but it seems nice without being twee. Sincere without being arduous. It's incredible to think that Blake Edwards, who made the 'Richard Diamond, Private Detective' radio series in the 1950s, 'The Pink Panther' and 'A Short In The Dark' in the 1960s, as well as 'Peter Gunn', also made this twenty years later. That's history. He worked for a long, long time.
Let's not get carried away though, as this really is just silly fluff. However, why not have some silly fluff around the place from time to time. That's what 'Blind Date' is for in the grander scheme of things. Everyone needs some silly movies kicking around in their collections. They're more useful than emotional traumas and relationship melodramas.
What's 'Blind Date' about? It's a fairly standard romantic comedy that briefly goes berzerk, businessman Walter (Bruce Willis) is set up with blind date Tania (Kim Basinger) for an important business dinner, but she goes off the rails after some drinks, and causes chaos in his life in combination with her pursuing deranged ex-boyfriend David (John Larroquette). Ultimately, after some extreme destruction, they end up together, after some comedic sequences and the traditional separation, and all is well. There's nothing super-special, but it works very well at what it does, and marks what could have been for Bruce Willis, if he hadn't been sucked into idiotic action movie land. Oh, if only 'Moonlighting' had inspired his destiny instead of 'Die Hard'. If only.
When we originally watched 'Blind Date' here, we had no real idea who John Larroquette was. Now, in the context of having seen him in 'Night Court', and his guest shots in 'The West Wing' and a few other things, it's wonderful to see him appear here. Oh, Larroquette, the great underdog! He was also in 'Baa Baa Black Sheep', which will be popping up on a DVD review sometime in the future. He's good here, too, working with fairly standard material.
'Blind Date' is a fairly standard romantic comedy, but it zips along and oozes style when you least expect it. On the other hand, you might think it's terrible. Such is the way for these things.
O.
Let's not get carried away though, as this really is just silly fluff. However, why not have some silly fluff around the place from time to time. That's what 'Blind Date' is for in the grander scheme of things. Everyone needs some silly movies kicking around in their collections. They're more useful than emotional traumas and relationship melodramas.
What's 'Blind Date' about? It's a fairly standard romantic comedy that briefly goes berzerk, businessman Walter (Bruce Willis) is set up with blind date Tania (Kim Basinger) for an important business dinner, but she goes off the rails after some drinks, and causes chaos in his life in combination with her pursuing deranged ex-boyfriend David (John Larroquette). Ultimately, after some extreme destruction, they end up together, after some comedic sequences and the traditional separation, and all is well. There's nothing super-special, but it works very well at what it does, and marks what could have been for Bruce Willis, if he hadn't been sucked into idiotic action movie land. Oh, if only 'Moonlighting' had inspired his destiny instead of 'Die Hard'. If only.
When we originally watched 'Blind Date' here, we had no real idea who John Larroquette was. Now, in the context of having seen him in 'Night Court', and his guest shots in 'The West Wing' and a few other things, it's wonderful to see him appear here. Oh, Larroquette, the great underdog! He was also in 'Baa Baa Black Sheep', which will be popping up on a DVD review sometime in the future. He's good here, too, working with fairly standard material.
'Blind Date' is a fairly standard romantic comedy, but it zips along and oozes style when you least expect it. On the other hand, you might think it's terrible. Such is the way for these things.
O.
Sunday, 22 October 2017
Perception?
As may have been obvious for a time now, these extemporised off posts of the Quirky Muffin have been running on nothing for quite a while, but they will continue! It's fun to pump out words without any idea of what it's all going to come to.
It's really all in the perception. If this blog were perceived as a worthy thing, as a project of meaning, then it would have ended long, long ago. It's not that. The Quirky Muffin is a challenge in being able to write, often without any particular topic! It's an excuse to write. That's why it continues, and that's why it will continue to exist. Quality? We smirk at the idea of quality! Consistency? Consistency is for people who care not for rhubarb!
Oh, perception, that great deceiver. The perception of things is so important that the newspapers, other press, and the political class, have been competing for centuries to change and warp our perceptions of things for their own ends. Perception is everything. Do any of us get the real idea about anything in the world? Fortunately, the world of the Internet could allow direct perception of the world on many levels, and the power of the press is slowly ebbing away. Perception may be getting truer, or more wrong. It's hard to say. The perception of a mob of people may not be quite the same thing as reality, after all.
Hmm. Perception. At some point, we'll have to have a post about how perception is altered by headlines, and the power of loaded questions to shift your opinion before you even think about the answer. That should really be something to do in English lessons: a full debunking of brainwashing by the media, and the masquerading of opinions as news. Maybe it would be a bit dull, though.
With that, it's time to put away the keyboard and get back down to sleepy time. Beware the Jabberwocky, people!
Oh, that was a nice ramble. Sometimes the random jumble of words does make sense after all.
O.
It's really all in the perception. If this blog were perceived as a worthy thing, as a project of meaning, then it would have ended long, long ago. It's not that. The Quirky Muffin is a challenge in being able to write, often without any particular topic! It's an excuse to write. That's why it continues, and that's why it will continue to exist. Quality? We smirk at the idea of quality! Consistency? Consistency is for people who care not for rhubarb!
Oh, perception, that great deceiver. The perception of things is so important that the newspapers, other press, and the political class, have been competing for centuries to change and warp our perceptions of things for their own ends. Perception is everything. Do any of us get the real idea about anything in the world? Fortunately, the world of the Internet could allow direct perception of the world on many levels, and the power of the press is slowly ebbing away. Perception may be getting truer, or more wrong. It's hard to say. The perception of a mob of people may not be quite the same thing as reality, after all.
Hmm. Perception. At some point, we'll have to have a post about how perception is altered by headlines, and the power of loaded questions to shift your opinion before you even think about the answer. That should really be something to do in English lessons: a full debunking of brainwashing by the media, and the masquerading of opinions as news. Maybe it would be a bit dull, though.
With that, it's time to put away the keyboard and get back down to sleepy time. Beware the Jabberwocky, people!
Oh, that was a nice ramble. Sometimes the random jumble of words does make sense after all.
O.
Friday, 20 October 2017
Erg, The Blue Paint Is The Worst
Paint can really get to you. Being sensitive to smells has constant drawbacks, especially in bonfire season, but paint is one of the worse ones. Especially blue paint, for some reason. Is the unnatural nature of blue something which requires a deep pong? Yes, with every colour comes a dodgy whiff, it is a law that always has been true... And it lingers on and on, and on, for days... What is it. you wonder, that can make it all worthwhile? Is this why artists and painters are sometimes so wacky?
It's a Friday, and Halloween is coming very soon! The non-event that never stops giving! There will be no trick or treaters on this desolate stretch of road, just as there are never Christmas carollers or people trying to sell atomic tin openers. Ooh, an atomic tin opener! What an idea! What would an 'atomic tin' be, though? A little microscopic tin used to store small talk? Small might be too inconsequential to store in an atomic tin, though. It would probably rattle. Oh, that icky small talk! Halloween is a week and a half away, and thoughts turn to the Halloween episode of 'Star Trek' once again. How strange 'Cat's Paw' truly is.
The world is awash with small talk. I wonder how it all gets generated? This human need to be talking becomes irksome sometimes, when there's not a huge amount to be said. It's probably just my Bohemian soul screaming in anguish, though. Having written that, it's time to worry about whether 'Bohemian' has picked up unhelpful connotations since the last time it recurred. Just in case, the Quirky Muffin here and now denies all information on the fake dolphin trade. We know nothing. About anything. But we do like 'Star Trek', and unnecessarily and erroneously talking about ourselves in the plural, and using long words.
Yes, it is a Friday, and the weekend looms. Then, there will be a short trip at the end of next week, followed finally by half-term, Halloween and the holiday board games party for the perennially lucky students. This time around: 'King Of Tokyo', 'Fake Artist In New York', 'The Mississippi Queen' and not a lot else! That's enough for two hours.
O.
It's a Friday, and Halloween is coming very soon! The non-event that never stops giving! There will be no trick or treaters on this desolate stretch of road, just as there are never Christmas carollers or people trying to sell atomic tin openers. Ooh, an atomic tin opener! What an idea! What would an 'atomic tin' be, though? A little microscopic tin used to store small talk? Small might be too inconsequential to store in an atomic tin, though. It would probably rattle. Oh, that icky small talk! Halloween is a week and a half away, and thoughts turn to the Halloween episode of 'Star Trek' once again. How strange 'Cat's Paw' truly is.
The world is awash with small talk. I wonder how it all gets generated? This human need to be talking becomes irksome sometimes, when there's not a huge amount to be said. It's probably just my Bohemian soul screaming in anguish, though. Having written that, it's time to worry about whether 'Bohemian' has picked up unhelpful connotations since the last time it recurred. Just in case, the Quirky Muffin here and now denies all information on the fake dolphin trade. We know nothing. About anything. But we do like 'Star Trek', and unnecessarily and erroneously talking about ourselves in the plural, and using long words.
Yes, it is a Friday, and the weekend looms. Then, there will be a short trip at the end of next week, followed finally by half-term, Halloween and the holiday board games party for the perennially lucky students. This time around: 'King Of Tokyo', 'Fake Artist In New York', 'The Mississippi Queen' and not a lot else! That's enough for two hours.
O.
Wednesday, 18 October 2017
Television: 'The Man From UNCLE' (1964-1965)
Let's talk about Napoleon Solo, the suavest spy of them all. Let's talk about the first season of 'The Man From UNCLE', the best season, the monochrome year, the one overseen by the series creator Sam Rolfe before he wandered off and it all went a bit wonky.
'The Man From UNCLE' (UNCLE) was a revolutionary series, which built on a lot of the strengths of 'Maverick' and to a lesser extent the 'James Bond' movies. In fact, Ian Fleming helped set up the series in its earliest formative stages. There's a lot of early Bond in there. However, UNCLE really deviated from Bond in the introduction of an innocent character in each story, whose life intersects with the story of the episode in an unpredictable way, and in eventually having multiple lead characters. However, let's not get ahead of ourselves too much.
Dramas on television were for a long time exceptionally serious. The word 'grim' comes to mind. There was very little between dramas and situational comedies. You either had stone-faced dramatic hams gnawing away on tragedies (see 'The Fugitive', or other Quinn Martin or Irwin Allen productions, for example, or even 'Mission: Impossible') or clowns merrily plotting away ('The Phil Silvers Show' being a brilliantly funny example). 'Maverick' really bridged that gap by being able to do both, sometimes even at the same time. UNCLE plotted a far more precarious path, but in its best season it was definitely a show bent on mixing spy stories with the real world, and on not taking itself too seriously. Later, it would be a parody, but at this time it was well balanced. It also has the first appearance of William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy in the same episode of anything in 'The Project Strigas Affair', even if they never exchange a word.
The titular man from UNCLE was Napoleon Solo, played by the extremely cool Robert Vaughn. He dominated the early episodes, twinkling as he navigated his way through the thriller and spy stories that dominated, and safeguarding the civilians caught up in the mayhem. Later in the season, David McCallum ascended to full lead character status as Solo's dispassionate Russian partner Ilya Kuryakin. In fact, Kuryakin was known as the Blonde Beatle for a time, so popular was he as a character, and can now be seen clearly as a Spock prototype. Ilya added something special to the show, but he also weakened Robert Vaughn's Napoleon Solo. It was a precarious balance.
The writing was smart and the acting and direction was excellent (Richard Donner, hurrah!). Yes, subsequent seasons wobbled over the place, but here it worked. The list of guest stars is stellar, with my own favourite being Barbara Feldon having a first spy story here, before appearing as Agent 99 on 'Get Smart'. In some ways, 'Get Smart' is a parody sequel to this series. 'The Man From UNCLE' was definitely a product of its times, but it was a wonderful show. It was probably a purer experience earlier on, when Napoleon Solo was king of the castle, being directed around by Leo G Carroll's Mr Waverley, but it didn't fail for a whole extended season*, and it did it with an inward grin.
O.
* Maybe 'The Shark Affair' breaks this. Maybe.
'The Man From UNCLE' (UNCLE) was a revolutionary series, which built on a lot of the strengths of 'Maverick' and to a lesser extent the 'James Bond' movies. In fact, Ian Fleming helped set up the series in its earliest formative stages. There's a lot of early Bond in there. However, UNCLE really deviated from Bond in the introduction of an innocent character in each story, whose life intersects with the story of the episode in an unpredictable way, and in eventually having multiple lead characters. However, let's not get ahead of ourselves too much.
Dramas on television were for a long time exceptionally serious. The word 'grim' comes to mind. There was very little between dramas and situational comedies. You either had stone-faced dramatic hams gnawing away on tragedies (see 'The Fugitive', or other Quinn Martin or Irwin Allen productions, for example, or even 'Mission: Impossible') or clowns merrily plotting away ('The Phil Silvers Show' being a brilliantly funny example). 'Maverick' really bridged that gap by being able to do both, sometimes even at the same time. UNCLE plotted a far more precarious path, but in its best season it was definitely a show bent on mixing spy stories with the real world, and on not taking itself too seriously. Later, it would be a parody, but at this time it was well balanced. It also has the first appearance of William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy in the same episode of anything in 'The Project Strigas Affair', even if they never exchange a word.
The titular man from UNCLE was Napoleon Solo, played by the extremely cool Robert Vaughn. He dominated the early episodes, twinkling as he navigated his way through the thriller and spy stories that dominated, and safeguarding the civilians caught up in the mayhem. Later in the season, David McCallum ascended to full lead character status as Solo's dispassionate Russian partner Ilya Kuryakin. In fact, Kuryakin was known as the Blonde Beatle for a time, so popular was he as a character, and can now be seen clearly as a Spock prototype. Ilya added something special to the show, but he also weakened Robert Vaughn's Napoleon Solo. It was a precarious balance.
The writing was smart and the acting and direction was excellent (Richard Donner, hurrah!). Yes, subsequent seasons wobbled over the place, but here it worked. The list of guest stars is stellar, with my own favourite being Barbara Feldon having a first spy story here, before appearing as Agent 99 on 'Get Smart'. In some ways, 'Get Smart' is a parody sequel to this series. 'The Man From UNCLE' was definitely a product of its times, but it was a wonderful show. It was probably a purer experience earlier on, when Napoleon Solo was king of the castle, being directed around by Leo G Carroll's Mr Waverley, but it didn't fail for a whole extended season*, and it did it with an inward grin.
O.
* Maybe 'The Shark Affair' breaks this. Maybe.
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