I have a confession to make.
It’s been a week and a half since Happy Valley finished and I can’t stop thinking about it.
The adverts that trailed it led me to believe I was gonna get some sort of Yorkshire based Tuesday night, pass-the-time TV drama. Something akin to Last Tango In Paris, which while quite wonderful, was fairly easy going TV – especially as it starred Sarah Lancashire and was written by Sally Wainwright, both direct transplants from Last Tango in Paris.
Plus, going from the advert alone, I quite fancied one of the characters – the one who would be the main antagonist, Tommy Lee Royce.
We – the todger and I – watched it, sort of in the background while we got on with work and other things. I enjoyed the dialogue, I enjoyed the delivery of the dialogue and I looked forward to the next week.
It was good TV – what I have since described as good solid Sunday night fare.
And then there was episode three. And then episode four.
That seems fairly logical in the general order of things, but those of you have seen it will know exactly what I mean.
The tail end of the series became essential viewing. I needed to see it, not just in case someone spoiled it, but because I NEEDED to know what happened next.
Last Tuesday, the first Post-Happy Valley Tuesday we’ve had, I was a little bit sad that there wasn’t a new episode to watch.
Why am I talking about this? Apart from a cathartic need to get it out of my system, and my desire to turn this blog into a semi-review based blog, I want to talk, mostly about me.
That’ll be a surprise to those of you who know me, I’m sure.
Happy Valley is the kind of TV program that inspires me and makes me want to give up all at the same time.
I want to write TV. Part of me knows that I’ll never write something as good as Happy Valley, but a bigger part of me wants to try.
I’ve started a screenplay version of Memories of a Murder. I could bore you even more than I normally do, by talking about it now, but I feel that’s a topic for a future post. It’s something I started some time ago, something that I set aside to concentrate on the second novel.
Things like Happy Valley confuse me, I don’t know what to work on next.