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What do you want to do before you die?
Aug. 5th, 2004 11:21 pmOnce in a rare while, something happens to restore a small part of my jaded, cynical self. This time it was When I'm 64 from yesterday on BBC2 (served up tonight by the TiVo).
I really didn't think dramas like that could be made any more. Lovely, poignant bitter-sweet stuff; just a retired public school master and a taxi driver-cum-ageing thug finding... well.. Botswana :)
Television can work, even if it is only once every five years or so. Something that followed well on the repeat of Alan Bennett's solo piece for Thora Hird that we watched last night (though that was painfully split by the adbreaks on UKTV from whence it was recorded).
Cherish the BBC, people; we may not have it for much longer, once the vile Tessa Jowell has performed whatever horrors Blair has directed her to perform.
I really didn't think dramas like that could be made any more. Lovely, poignant bitter-sweet stuff; just a retired public school master and a taxi driver-cum-ageing thug finding... well.. Botswana :)
Television can work, even if it is only once every five years or so. Something that followed well on the repeat of Alan Bennett's solo piece for Thora Hird that we watched last night (though that was painfully split by the adbreaks on UKTV from whence it was recorded).
Cherish the BBC, people; we may not have it for much longer, once the vile Tessa Jowell has performed whatever horrors Blair has directed her to perform.