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When did “your” imagination last do the work instead of someone else's?
Not counting music, when were you last entertained by listening to something instead of watching it?
Health warning:
This article contains more than your recommended daily amount of undiluted nostalgia.
BBC Sounds
BBC Sounds* is quietly moving from being a secret little treasure of mine to being an out-front source of joy. Tonight it’s been my constant source of entertainment.
The Victorian crime drama McLevy has led the way. With McLevy’s no-nonsense hunting down of Leith’s murderous skull-duggerers with his long-suffering Constable Mulholland in tow: like a Victorian Jack Regan and his put-upon sidekick George Carter in TV’s The Sweeney from the 1970s. Different century, different capital city, Same tough-guy gung-ho let’s get at ’em attitude.
Though I’m still waiting for McLevy to utter a sentence as memorably resonant as Regan’s when cornering a villain:
“We’re the Sweeney, and we haven’t had any breakfast”.
Not to mention McLevy’s surprisingly naive dalliances with Jean Brash, who’s a proper little Madam- no really she is- are a real pleasure as they flesh him…
