House Of Cards

Do you ever wake up knowing that the day is going to be dreadful and then you're right? Well, that was today. You may well consider that a failure on my part to enter a sufficiently positive frame of mind and that's entirely fair enough. I suppose what I'm getting at is that some days you are distracted from the tedium of a job that doesn't challenge, stimulate or interest you. To the point where you say aloud behind the counter "I don't care about horse racing". If you were in my position, you might well do the same.

But House of Cards has made its overdue return to Netflix, so that's something. I think I posited in a previous blog that the new season would suffer from recent events in the real world. The response seems to have been to crank up the drama, delivering on the Underwoods' promise to "bring terror" in the previous season finale. There's one or two developments in the opening episode which even the Trump administration would agree are rather over the top, although there is one particularly uncomfortable parallel with the early weeks of his presidency.

I suspect that we'll start to see the titular structure begin to fall before the end of this season, either through an election defeat or Tom Hammerschmidt's expose into the President and First Lady or both. It's been one of my favourite things on TV in recent years and Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright are always terrific to watch. I'm going to try my best not to binge on it.