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Simon Collins

Simon Collins

25 November 2017

9:00 AM

25 November 2017

9:00 AM

While Tinseltown gets on with outing the sex pests in its senior ranks it’s too soon to say if it will extend the same quality control to its end products. House of Cards may have folded, but since neither Messrs Weinstein nor Spacey have skin in the Thrones game we can look forward to at least one more throat-cutting, taboo-breaking, disbelief-suspending season.

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