Good TV dramas seem to be following the old adage about buses – you wait ages for one and then two come along at once.
I find 9 p.m. is the perfect time for telly-watching. Tea is over, the dishes are done and Calum is bathed and (hopefully) in bed. It’s time to sit back and relax.
In recent months there’s been precious little worth watching, but, now that the festivities are behind us, the odd good show is beginning to creep into the schedules again.
On Sunday there’s the welcome return of ‘Last Tango in Halifax’, then, on Monday, we have the magnficient ‘Broadchurch’ AND ‘Silent Witness’, both at the same time.
Okay, I know that, in these days of digital television, it’s not a problem to watch one while recording another (and, actually, if you record the ITV programme you can save time by fast-forwarding past the adverts) but that’s not the point. Why do the programme schedulers have to put one top show against another? Surely, in the end, both will suffer.
Anyway, back to my recording of ‘Broadchurch’ ...