My wife put her finger on it halfway through the first episode of Seven Dials (Netflix). I was looking forward to this adaptation of an Agatha Christie mystery. They go to separate beds because this is Enid Blyton, and Gerry wakes up dead with seven alarm-clocks (dials, geddit?) The inquest suggest suicide but Bundle isn’t having it and uncovers an international conspiracy headquartered in a night club called The Seven Dials. All of the characters, including you have to presume the people who killed Gerry, are terribly nice.

Source: Irish Examiner January 16, 2026 01:00 UTC