As well as detectives and dogs, my other passion is the past. I love all things retro, mainly from the 1960s. So I was delighted when yesterday's episode of Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased) delivered on all three.
Obviously it is always about detectives, and it is set at the end of 1960s, but yesterday's episode was particularly psychedelic and featured a very cute dog. Jeff (Randall) investigated Marty's (Hopkirk) claim of witnessing his grave being robbed and ends up in the middle of a plot to kidnap a wealthy heir.
The heir was an agrophobic hippy artist, who was reluctant to go into his father's business - he bore a slight rememblance to Sid Barrett at his most wild-eyed. It turned out he was complicit in the plan, to con his father out of £5,000, but bizarrely the father wouldn't then pay the ransom, settled instead on marrying his housekeeper to give him other heirs instead. The son ended up being a circus attraction with his attempt to stay underground for five years. And it seemed like a happy enough ending for all concerned, but was so far removed from the conventional resolution to a detective programme and had more in common with the psychedelic cinema of the time.
Far out, man (or something).
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