Greetings traveller. Remember how forty years ago in 2018 I cursed you all with the knowledge of Rimini Riddle, either a vanishingly obscure Irish children’s programme from the nineties or (as seemed more likely) a collective national nightmare akin to the time we all convinced ourselves that Twink was a real person?
Well, there have recently been developments. Significant developments.
Commenter Kev recently left a Kev comment as commenter Kevs are wont to do:
That was the beginning. I waited, caught in a mad no-man’s-land between dread and anticipation. And then, hark!
I told myself that it couldn’t be possible. the Riddle…survived? No. And it couldn’t be. Surely not. And then…
Yes. It’s true. Kev, that modern Prometheus, that monomaniac, that…guy, has, like a Carl Denham of the modern age, tracked the monster to its attic lair and dragged it in chains out into the harsh light of day to be gawped at for our amusement.
WE HAVE A (partial) EPISODE OF RIMINI RIDDLE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
AND I AM GOING TO REVIEW IT MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON US ALL!