ONE OF THE BEEB’S many 1970s Mediterranean thrillers bundled out during winter to cheer people up and which made no sense whatsoever but which you wanted to stay up and watch all the same. Here dark-haired chap (PETER MCENERY) goes to Cyprus to encounter much strangeness, including ALEXANDRA BASTEDO, a spooky, equally raven-haired waiter and a poacher. “There’s a lot of things I don’t understand,” one of them mutters. “Your part in this, for instance.” “All we have to find out is who took the money and where it is now.” “But who? And why?” “It doesn’t make sense.” “Unless…” “Someone is using you.” And so on. Oddness included the poacher luring teetotal McEnery into – gasp! – dabbling with vino. Ending was top: Alexandra goes missing, presumed drowned, and McEnery heads back to London. One scene included three allegorical statues, demonstrating the waiter, Bastedo and poacher were, in order, Greek gods Pan, Dionysus and and Aphrodite. Your Dad thought this was twaddle.