Derry Girls is Channel Four’s newest sitcom. It is set in 1994 in Londonderry and relates the tale of a group of teenage girls and English male cousin navigating a strict girls’ Catholic school and pre-Good Friday Accord life in general.
The usual characters are there: The one who thinks she’s posher than she actually is, the idiot, the nervous one, the slut, the outsider, so no great surprises there. I suppose liking this is down to whether you like Irish humour which I do unless it is Mrs. Brown’s Boys. The acting is good, the script is crisp enough if not laugh out loud funny. I quite enjoyed it, particularly the daft one. Four Barleycorns.
Endeavour returned last night for its fifth series. Set in Oxford, the murder capital of Western Europe, and its surrounding hoodz this is, along with the occasional Maigret, currently the best detective show on British television. ITV seen to have cornered the market in this slow, almost glacial style of television. I love it to bits. While the BBC seem to prefer PC box ticking before they read the script this instead does things the right way round. All the principles are outstanding with particular praise due for Roger Allam and Anton Lesser. Just a great, warm, Sunday night programme.
I watched Super Bowl LII. I can’t say I was always of fan of what we used to call Gridiron, but like rugby, it has grown on me in recent years. Probably as my love of football has waxed and waned. (I watched ten minutes of a Barcelona match the other night. These halfwits have taken to covering their mouths to prevent lip reading. Newsflash, morons. We. Don’t. Care.)
Anyway, great game, deserved winners in the Eagles, but presenting the trophy to the owner is a truly, truly odd thing to foreign eyes.
At some point: Why I like Mountain Men. Not an admission of being a homosexual, but an appraisal of the reality show that bolsters your faith in human kind.