Look, I never wanted to be a tv critic, but as this dire, dreadful, despicable disease destroys and devastates, causing death and destruction and… diarrhea? (sorry, needed a ‘d’ word), then I’m given time to observe televisual entertainment, provided for the masses because its cheaper than giving us all drugs, in a way I’d never previously had time for. 

And our latest ‘fix’, now that all the marrying Australians have divorced each other, was Queen’s Gambit.  Have you seen? If you haven’t, then put down your phone/pad/pc/sexbot right now and watch it. Because there’s never been a better little series, ever, in the entire history of… of Netflix. And other than Match of the Day, on all of tv, ever!! 

Its about a girl. That’s controversial in itself. I normally only watch programs with boy heroes. Yet this girl is controversial. Because…  (pause for drama) she plays chess!!! Which, apparently, in the late 1950s and early 60s, women weren’t allowed to do. At least, weren’t encouraged to do. Obviously due to biological constraints and differences. Rooks can be heavy. Or due to social standards and appropriate behaviour as bishops can be phallic (ever seen The Thomas Crown Affair???). Or possibly due to the other biological fact that women aren’t really clever enough to be involved in such cerebral activity. I’m makin’ no judgments, just sayin’ like they did in 1961. 

The girl is definitely odd. But her oddness just grows on you throughout the series until you’re truly madly deeply in love with her. Even when she takes a knight with her pawn when she should have exchanged queens. But this isn’t about chess. Although, its all about chess. Because its about attitudes, its about amazing fashion, wonderful cars, superb cities (although according mein Berliner daughter: ‘it was all filmed in Berlin!’) and it definitely about the revenge of the woman scorned. Scorned by her parents, by society and by her own sheer weirdness. OMG its wonderful. 

But as its finished I have to be thinking forward. Like a shark, I must keep on moving. Well, keep on changing channel, possibly. Movement optional. And I want to see the Tottenham documentary on Amazon. Which I admit, for any ‘normal’ person, switching to a tv network that is installed on their tv, would not be a massive problem. Yet, for a superstar techno-spaz, it can be challenging. But I got there in the end. And in Tottenham  Hotspur; all or nothing, I think I’ve found my next big love. Yes, I am that fickle. 

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx