My favourite TV shows of all time are Succession, Mad Men, and The Crown. I’m really into period drama, which is why I love the last two, and I’m really into period drama, which is why I love the first. Succession is a period drama, and that is a hill I will die on. Read More…

In the last week, the evenings have shortened in various ways. Firstly, since the solstice, we’re sliding away from the light, a couple of minutes shaved off each night, inching us towards Christmas. Yes, Christmas. I said it; get over it. Read More…

There’s a mystery at the heart of Little Fires Everywhere, a puzzle that I’m burning to solve, and six episodes in I’m still none the wiser. How the hell did Elle Woods end up with Pacey Witter? No one in the 90s saw that coming, I can tell you, but here we are, in a Clueless/Creek mash-up that’s making me wonder if Dawson Leery copped off with Angela Chase somewhere along the line. Read More…

I wouldn’t describe myself as a huge theatre-goer. When it comes to plays, I sometimes wonder if Hugh Grant got it right: ‘going to the theatre is enjoyable about one time in 20. Let's get to the end of it and have a drink’. All that projecting and positioning towards the fourth wall is a bit wearing, the seats are uncomfortable, the view generally poor unless you’ve spent £400, and those drinks you so look forward to cost £12 a pop. Read More…

I’d suggested to my husband a couple of times that we watch The Salisbury Poisonings, but he kept putting me off, saying we hadn’t finished White Lines, he wanted to watch Bosch on his own, read a book, wash the car (we don’t have a car), brush the dog. It took me a while to realise something was going on, and he eventually confessed that he’d auditioned for a part in the series, so watching it would remind him of his failure to secure the role. Read More…