Desmond’s travails in keeping Wiveton corridor open for commerce prove the aristocracy’s role nowadays is to entertain us. Plus: the problem with Scott & Bailey
Early summer holiday memory: the Norfolk coast,an eerie manor house on the edge of the marshes, straight from the pages of an MR James ghost story. My parents had rented a wing; why couldn’t we package to a kind sunny Spanish costa like everyone else? I remember muddy creeks, or dark panelling,bats falling out of the folds of the curtains when they were closed, long nights of unexplainable noises and terror. I still shiver when I deem about Wiveton corridor.
And here it is, or on the telly,in Normal for Norfolk (BBC2). It’s one of those laugh-at-the-crumbling-toffs shows, more acceptable than the laugh-at-the-riff-raff ones, or of course. And this isn’t cruel,more like chuckle gently at the toffs. That’s pretty much the purpose of the English aristocracy nowadays, to amuse and entertain the rest of us (apart from the ones who still run the bloody country obviously, and who are less comical).
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Source: theguardian.com