Cranford, a tale of bonnets and farting pussycats starring none other than Saffy off-of Ab Fab (Eddie will be pleased!) as well as Dame Judy of Dench, Imelda Staunton, Julia McKenzie, Eileen Atkins and bloody Queen bloody Victoria herself, it’s so starry. Oh, and Greg Wise in a tight pantaloon.
Last night’s highlight was when they were soaking a priceless lace collar in buttermilk while they looked out the window at a maid hanging washing out, going, ‘Your maid’s got so fat. Why don’t you get a fresh one from the orphanage…’ The cat then ate the collar and they had to administer a laxative to make him shit out some dirty brown lace into a wellington boot… You had to be there.
Set your Sky+ to Sunday, 9pm, BBC the First.
Oh, totally. No one in my work watched it but I thought it was the funniest thing. That bit where the woman’s in the sedan chair and sees the two women legging it with the cat and goes, ‘Turn the chair around. Ladies running!’ It was genuinely hilarious.
Oh, it totally rocks. Last night, rain lashing the window, glass of wine, a chocolate orange I didn’t know I had…
I argued like mad not to ahve to watch this (hate fucking costume crap) but it was actualyl really good and afunny and that.
Love a Saffy. Where has she been? Ddin’t she go out with that cunt alan davies or something?
[...] 1. Cranford Who knew retrieving lace collars from inside cats and chasing running ladies in sedan chairs could be so much fun? Her Majesty’s BBC did us proud this autumn, bringing Dame Judi, Julia Sawalha (off Ab Fab) and a galaxy of old-lady-actresses-what-we-love to Sunday nights. [...]
You cheeky bastard better watch yourself talking about Grannie Vicky. Your lucky I am the only one with internet access.