As I type this, the Chilean miners are being rescued (number nine, Mario Gomez, has just popped out of that terrifying tube thing). My thoughts go to them and their families. Every now and then an ongoing news story comes along that catches the world’s interest in a strange, intangible way. Usually, it’s something horrible – in my lifetime, Diana’s death and the unfolding of the 9/11 and 7/7 attacks are obvious examples. But I can’t recall anything so potentially horrible, yet ultimately filled with hope and joy, that has had this effect. There’s something elemental about the nature of the story, something different. I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Of course, if telly has taught us anything, it’s that eventually the miners will feel compelled to go back to the cave. The reasons for this will be revealed in a series of convoluted flashbacks. What exactly is the Rubble Monster? Why is the cave now in the 70s? Who is the chosen Juan? Why are none of the miners able to get pregnant? And for crying out loud, why won’t Raul Fahey do his shirt up?