Maybe he couldn’t find Clive Owen when he needed him.
Speaking of deals with the devil… Happy Festivus. By the way, here’s the background on why we have celebrations this time of year, just in case some of you out there still think it has something to do with a little Jewish baby whose followers managed to do a deal with the devil (in the form of the Roman Emperor Constantine) 300 years later, getting themselves a massive army and the power to wipe out their enemies… not to mention almost all trace of rational thinking and humour for the next 1500 years.
Ok, back to watching the Frontline series I got for Festivus, easily the best Aussie TV ever. WAY ahead of its time.