Hutch & That Other Guy

As the day ends in a Y, there must of been an anti-war march in London today so the usual suspects armed themselves with banners and rehearsed the same well worn chants against the invasion and occupation of Iraq. So far, so the same as the other 100 marches since 2003.
Only this time, as well as the usual faces there will be a visage from a 70's television show i remember thinking was as cool as a fish finger in the bottom of a polar bears freezer.
I don't know David Soul's (or Hutch as he will always be to me) view on the Iraq conflict but i do remember spending Saturday evenings sat on the sofa watching him and Starsky crashing there red car with the white stripe through strategically placed boxes while they chased the bad guys.
I also remember Starsky's chunky cardigans and Hutch's neat brown leather jacket and try to forget the singing career that followed before he and his curly bonced buddy fell off the planet and were replaced on my Saturday evening sofa by something like Charlie's Angels or the Six Million Dollar Man.
Nice to have him here and if he can drag along Huggy Bear with him even better but at the first sign of him singing 'Don't Give Up On Us Baby' he can count his welcome worn out.