Ah a good dose of costume drama. Thereâs nothing like crowns and codpieces of a Sunday evening to reconcile you to the return to work.Â Indeed it oft helps put the office demons into perspective. Take a trip back to times of yore, when the working time directive and health and safety were but a distant dream, when if you were awake you would have been toiling, dodging the flying shuttles and inhaling the cotton fibres (do you remember North and South of a few years back, with its sheds full of tubercular 10 year olds working the looms?) And that threat of a written warning is nothing, as a clerk at Henryâs court one blot and you were on your way to the Tower. Of course I do know Wolf Hall is on a Wednesday but it screams Sunday to me so Sunday is when Iâll watch (the joy of iPlayer).
Historical dramatizations are such a delight. You have the cod intellectual card to play (‘it’s history my dear’) whilst secretly revelling in all the plot twists and character development of a soap but with better dresses. David Starkey might call Wolf Hall a âtotal perversionâ and question why he as âsomeone who actually knows what happensâ would watch it but I feel he has missed the point. Â What you need to do, David, is invite round a few friends, turn on the TV, pour the wine and bemoan any inaccuracies. You will have a fantastic evening. Thatâs what I did for The Tudors,it so works. You can feel intellectually superior and still get to enjoy the raunchy bits. I have less sympathy for those for whom Anneâs beheading is going to be a nasty surprise. Like the listener who rang up Radio 4 the other morning to complain that the interview with Tracy Borman on Cromwell and Thomas Moore contained too many spoilers. Spoilers? It was all out in the public domain by 1540! Continue reading »