There’s still time for politicians to realise ‘House of Cards’ is entertainment, not a manual
I used to think writing was easy. Writing ‘House of Cards’ 29 years ago, I’d simply take the reality of Westminster and water it down a little in order to make it credible. But no amount of hosing can wash this much blood off the walls.
Assassinations, castrations, pillow conspiracies and public crucifixions. I thought there were no surprises left, but I guess even old dogs must find new ways of chasing their balls.
Yet perhaps it was always that way. I remember as a 15-year-old being given a copy of Shakespeare’s ‘Julius Caesar’.