While waiting in line in the post office last week, I happened to glance at the magazines and noticed a bunch of becostumed ladies on the cover of a TV mag. Intrigued, I checked it out: it was a feature on The Paradise, a new costume porn drama starting up on the BBC. When I got home, I checked it out and found out it shared a writer with Lark Rise to Candleford. My guard was up. I tried so hard to like Lark Rise but really, really didn’t. Still, I was willing to give The Paradise a go. After all, I stuck with Parade’s End, didn’t I?
Previously on Parade’s End: Sylvia travelled to France, even though everyone told her to stay home. Her presence there was so disastrous it actually got Christopher sent back to the Front, so well done there, Sylvia.
So, to catch us up: Chris is on his way back to the trenches to become second-in-command of a battalion instead of serving with the horses as he wanted to; Cpt. Mckecknie, who hates Chris, is going to serve with the horses; and Potty’s being sent back to his battalion as a punishment after the dust-up with Sylvia last week. And they’re all being sent on the same train. Someone has a sick sense of humour.
Previously on Upstairs Downstairs: Everyone and their Aunt Blanche told Hallam his inexplicable douchery was ruining his marriage. Equally inexplicably, he chose to ignore them all and start hooking up with Persie, who’s hanging around being as useless as ever. Oh, and Spargo finally managed to score with Beryl by beating the crap out of some guy in the boxing ring. Apparently, to her, that’s social progress.
Pritchard’s at the movies, alone, watching something I feel I should recognize, but I don’t. I think it’s a Katherine Hepburn movie, but that’s all I got.
Oh, ugh, God. Hallam and Persie are actually now doing it. Or post-doing it, and acting all gross and post-coital, like this is supposed to be the cutest thing ever, when it’s adultery that makes NO SENSE WHATSOEVER. This is actually turning my stomach. Persie tells Hallam she wants to go out for a good old fashioned tea, and he gets playful with her. I go throw up.
Previously on Oliver Twist: Oliver wanted more, and when he didn’t get it, he hit the road to London, where he hooked up with a gang of child thieves, made friends with a prostitute, and wound up living with some nice rich people before being kidnapped by said prostitute’s crazy boyfriend so he could help boyfriend rob houses. And then he got shot.
If you enjoy sitting down and watching Boardwalk Empire or Downton Abbey on TV, you should really take a moment to thank John Logie Baird, a Scottish engineer and inventor who successfully transmitted the first television picture with a greyscale image on October 2, 1925. Not bad for someone who never finished college. Baird was born in Helensburgh, Argylle and Bute and studied at the … Continue reading TV Pioneer