Remember when I was confined to quarters, watching the atrocious The Adventurer? Probably not. But I was. Anyway, I theorised I was being punished for some terrible crime through some kind of My Name is Earl karma balancing. Turns out, amazingly, I was right. Sort of. In actual fact, watching The Adventurer was a down-payment for some good karma.

The Adventurer starred Gene Barry. My mother-in-law was a big fan of Gene Barry in the 70s, so much so she wanted her first-born son to be called Gene (her surname is Barry...). My father-in-law put his foot down, though, and said “No way is a son of mine going to have a poofy American actor's name” (or words to that effect) and Gene became Stuart instead.

But you can imagine the delight of my mother-in-law when I handed her four review DVDs containing the dubious delights of The Adventurer when she came down to visit this Easter weekend.

What goes around, comes around. My name is Rob. Hey, Crabman!