Call the Midwife.

Grace Dent, (Guardian Guide) this time you’ve gone too far. She dismissed ‘Call the Midwife’ as not her cup of tea. Well Ms Dent, she of 1930’s mega bust and a cottage loaf filamentous structure characteristically grown on the epidermis of a mammal, (hair) ‘Call the Midwife’ is the best thing on tele since Sherlock and before the Moto GP seasons starts! All its characters are real, inhabiting a spectrum from youthful fun and indecision to adult wisdom and dementia, not unlike myself. Based on a beautiful book, I’ve seen a copy, it looks nice, about real people by a real person it’s, well real. So if it’s not your cup of tea dear I pity your uterus. After turning over from ‘Lets all Dance pathetically to get our face on tele for Sport Relief’ it was a welcome and much needed affirmation that we’re not all pitiable hapless OMG adolescents. I mean what do they pump over the studio audience, gas and air? And that somebody Lemon! He’s as fixated on his poo and wee as a six month old. He should have grown out of it by his first birthday, not made a TV career out of it. OK I compared genitalia with the girl across the road when we were five but that was genuine curiosity, it was science. Later it was biology but that’s not the point. No, Call the Midwife is mega; Charlie Brooker would have liked it.