Drifting in odd directions

Okay, I blame it entirely on keiko_kirin.  I found her talking about 'The Persuaders' on her journal one day and it brought it all back.

For those who don't know, probably the majority, this is a 1971-72 buddy, crime fighting series with Tony Curtis and Roger Moore as millionaire jet-setters Danny Wilde and Lord Brett Sinclair. 
 

They're silly, absolutely adorable, and can't keep their hands off each other.   I actually consider this show to have given me my first slash experience, even if I didn't know what it was at the time.  I remember watching when I must have been around eleven years old, and  in one scene Danny had his hand on Brett's chest to keep him from moving while some dialogue is going on, and a shivery tingle went through my whole body.  Didn't remember much more about the show, but that scene stayed with me for over thirty years.  It would take me many, many years to realize that it was a response to homo-eroticism.  

And now keiko_kirin (thanks for the screencap) reminded me of it, and wrote fic (The Country Life), and I had to go out and buy the first season on dvd (the second is in my Netflix queue).  Resulting, of course, in a story idea that is being strongly promoted by my muse.  I guess I'll have to write it, even knowing there are probably about ten people in the world who would want to read it.  Hey, maybe it's the start of a 'The Persuaders' revival!  LOL