So instead of artists we might expect, like Ad Reinhardt or Bob Law, are the colourful woven silks of Anni Albers, Hannah Starkey's photos of women alone in corporate offices, pictures of performances from around the world, and much besides.
This chase goes on far longer than expected, like a theological discussion in a Bergman film, with both the fleeing baddie and the pursuant Bond careening off walls and cranes and anything else that juts into their path.
However, when it works it works as expected: like a little bit of magic.
The screen looks rather bigger and more useful than I'd expected, like a reasonable-sized TV seen across a room.
Lots are expected, like a cartoon subway worker who helps you navigate Tokyo's metro system, or the sentient power drill mascot of Hitachi Power Tools.
I was expecting like a DIY hammer.
An easy way to remember the difference is that climate is what you expect, like a very hot summer, and weather is what you get, like a hot day with pop-up thunderstorms.
The fixed wah portion of the pedal is, as you might expect, like a wah-wah pedal that you don't crank with your foot.
And even episode to episode, we'll start an episode on Thursday and watch it change and become something we didn't even expect, like a song.
The atmosphere inside the EDL meeting pub was much as you'd expect: like a coach full of angry, pissed up ultras on their way to an away day.
