My review of the previous episode: The Labours of HerculesI promised myself that I wouldn’t start this review with a personal anecdote. I wouldn’t say that I’ve been watching Agatha Christie’s Poirot since I was around five or six, that Poirot and co. have been constant comfort food throughout my childhood. I wouldn’t say how very close David Suchet’s little Belgian was to me.
So now I haven’t said all that, I will say: AGH IT’S OVER. MY CHILDHOOD HAS DIED.
QUOTHTHERAVENNEVERMOREAAGH.
Okay, that’s done.
