A Public Apology

Dear Spooks (an open letter)

Specifically series 6

I have neglected you, in thought, in word and in deed. I dropped the ball. I fucked up, and for this I am sorry. Halfway through series 6 I failed to put in the basic effort required to give you the time you deserve, and as such left a team of brave intelligence operatives in the lurch.

Between the months of October and December of last year, I partook of five series’ of Spooks, including such moments as the fall of Tom Quinn, or the trial of Zoe Reynolds. My life was rich, fulfilled, and righteous.

What I’m saying is that I want to give it another go. Technically speaking, I know that watching it on the internet is a bit naughty, yet I need you in my life, and in the words of Damon Albarn, ’There’s No Other Way’. If you’d come round to my house, in the form of a DVD box set, then maybe things could be different. Incidentally, I urge you to get a move on with this.

I hope we can sort things out, and that you will let me fill the Spooks-shaped hole in this life of mine by allowing me to rectifying my behaviour. I look forward to the promt appearance of Series 7. And 8, and 9, and on into the future. You’re The One, Spooks. I want you in my flat and in my life. for good.

I don’t have a flat, but this is a line from series 1.

Yours in deepest regret,

Max Cooke