Real TV reviewers are right in there with sizzling hot takes on the latest shows, waxing lyrical about The Queen’s Gambit (chess and drugs and rock ’n’ roll) or Industry (The Apprentice’s best bits uncut). I, however, prefer to absently trawl terrestrial TV like an elderly lady in a care home, occasionally stumbling across programmes that were made a million years ago and mumbling “Ooh, what’s this, then?” to myself in a small, reedy voice.
The latest of my ‘discoveries’ is Harlots, which has been on Hulu since 2017 and was cancelled last year the end of its third series, but is enjoying a rather bawdy airing on BBC Two. You may have already seen it, and you will almost certainly have scrolled past it. But guess what? With its…
