Tim: Listen up — I’ve had a great idea for a Netflix series.
Mike: Oh yeah?
Tim: It’s a cross between The Manchurian Candidate, Inventing Anna and The Incredibles.
Mike: Go on…
Tim: So there’s this Russian guy, son of a London-based KGB agent turned oligarch in the post-Communist Wild West. They’re part of the filthy rich jet set, throwing parties at their Italian palazzo for celebrities and fun-loving politicians. One of these is a great pal – let’s say he’s a Mayor of London who becomes Prime Minister…
Mike: Hold up, Tim.
Tim: There’s more! Our chap gets citizenship, buys up some London newspapers, and then – in spite of repeated intelligence warnings – is made a Lord by his pal. The kicker is that they’re not even subtle: he’s something like ‘Baron Smirnoff of Henley-on-Thames in the County of Oxfordshire and of Siberia in the Russian Federation’. And that’s when the fun begins…
Mike: Can’t touch it, mate.