...SMERSH is the Societ organ of vengeance...
Watch here, how I confuse the myriad stories which we diligently watched on VHS on Sunday afternoons as the groan ups' Sunday lunches turned into dinners. It was us, the Lewises and the Clennetts, before divorce, death and estrangement. Those were the days, as we the children sat agog infront of those deep old television sets, watching spaceships eat other spaceships, blossoms, tarantulas, flirtation and Roger Moore with too much makeup.
Cannae find the colophon in this tatty, dust jacketless hive of Cold War activity...though it is from The Book Club in Charing Cross Road, London