inspector morse is on the the telly last night and i’ve got half an eye on it while doing some bilge on the computer. a devil-worshipping ‘baddy’ has kidnapped a woman and morse and lewis are in her house gazing solemnly upon her kitchen walls where the miscreant has daubed some satanic runes. they also come across a note from the kidnapper, smeared on a sheet of paper. both the runes on the wall and the writing on the note appear to have been written in flourescent red oil-paint.
“blood” announces morse grimly.
really? - you see, the last time i was unfortunate enough to bleed on a piece of paper or brush my injured carcass against a wall, one of the things i couldn’t help noticing was that within a minute or two - once the blood had dried - the marks had turned a dark brown colour which, as the hours passed, proceeded to darken until it was a dark purple- almost black.
only in the world of the silver screen does blood maintain a constant dazzling fire engine red hue, from the moment it first spurts garishly from the poor victim’s veins until the end credits roll.
