Regular viewers of pauseliveaction (hi Mum!) may remember our love of Scott and Bailey during its run of six episodes earlier this year. We were thrilled by its excellent stars Suranne Jones, Lesley Sharp and the terrific Amelia Bullmore, captivated by the intricate twists and turn and above all pleased as punch that such a realistic, level-headed portrayal of women in the workplace, their capabilities and how they relate to each other had somehow found its way onto primetime ITV.
"For when shall we three meet again?!" "October 2011, actually - don't be late."
Others agreed, with the programme averaging viewing figures somewhere between 6 and 7 million. This is no mean feat for a Sunday night, particularly as it regularly beat much-trumpeted BBC productions such as Case Histories and Stolen. And thankfully, ITV have now shown that they feel the same by announcing that Scott and Bailey will be returning to our screens for an extended run of eight further episodes. The same cast will feature, with the intriguing prospect of Amelia Bullmore contributing more to the writing.
Production will begin in October, with transmission due sometime in 2012.
ITV have also announced that Vera and Monroe will also be returning to our screens. When added to recent high-quality BBC productions such as The Hour, The Night Watch, The Crimson Petal and the White and The Shadow Line, it certainly seems to be a very encouraging time indeed for good television drama and fans of it. Long may it continue.
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I always imagine that Tom Barnaby’s heart must sink into his hush puppies when his wife comes home and announces “I’ve been shopping today in Chaffing-on-the-Arse, darling.” He must immediately think “Well, there goes my day off ”.
She should be banned from joining any sort of book reading group, amateur dramatic society or knitting circle. In fact Barnaby should just lock her up for everyone’s safety. If you saw her in your local library you would run a mile in case you came a cropper from a heavy Maeve Binchy. She falls into the category of cursed women who seem to have the knack of leaving a trail of dead bodies in their wake. Imagine having dear old Miss Marple round for tea. I’d want to employ a food taster to make sure the food wasn’t laced with Cyanide. I’d definitely have to refuse the offer of a spot of light gardening from Rosemary and Thyme for fear of a hideous crime being committed in my clematis.
I imagine there is a carousel somewhere in TV land, similar to those at the airport where you grab your suitcases after your holiday, full of old, has-been actors, going round and round waiting for producers from shows such as Midsomer Murders, Lewis or any Agatha Christie adaptation to come and pick them up. The same old actors appear in these programmes over and over again, doing the rounds and usually ending up getting bumped off, or caught while trying to kill their tenth victim of the night.
Apparently the Americans love Midsomer Murders. I’m sure it just reinforces their belief that we are all slightly mad, living in houses with thatched roofs because it makes them easier to burn down if we want to kill the occupants for stealing our secret recipes for our prize winning jam.
In the last gripping episode of Midsomer, the murder of the local suit-maker (pronounced syuit by the plum-in-the-mouth tailor) had everyone talking. It took at least six visits to the suspect’s house to get all the information Barnaby and his sidekick needed. Why can’t they just ask all the questions in one interview and have done with it? Though I suppose the programme would only last an hour instead of the long drawn out two hours, made longer by all the suspicious sidelong glances, sighs, stilted conversations and unanswered questions.