Who needs CSI with their fancy pants computers and brooding close ups? Say nay to the microscopic clues found imbedded the gut lining of a decaying corpse a la “Bones” style.


She went from immaculately curled hair, pearls, high heels, and elegant dresses to bellbottoms and red head in the 1970’s to short skirts and college romances in the 2000’s.

I favour the Nancy of the 1960’s – a couple of battered copies of “The Nancy Drew Mystery Stories” found one summer in an op-shop lead to a frenzy of reading.
While watching RAGE the other morning, Deep Sea Arcade’s video clip brought back memories of Nancy - the sharp suits with skinny ties, the trusty flash light - looks like a mystery is brewing in the dark gloomy woods…
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