blah, blah, Saturday.

The best thing about marathoning Spooks is that I then dream in spies. Or I wake up from a dream and start giggling. Because Jo got captured and Malcolm was all "no, it's totally ok, she's wearing a tracker and they'll never find it"

When Harry presses, Malcolm admits to them putting wires in her bras, replacing all of the underwires in case anything like this ever happened.

(you can all imagine my glee when first introduced to Jo and going "pls, can we keep her?" and then we got to, and she fights dirty and is sadly background now, but still awesome)