I dash home from work on Tuesday evenings to watch The Hour...it feels like a window into the past...like watching the father I've seen in old black and white photographs...the same slight build...the shock of black hair......clothes that don't quite conform...opinions that don't either... There's the same quick mind I remember...different accent...two out of three sisters' partners simultaneously made the same comparison (one never met him)...I haven't spoken to the other...probably he would too...
Ben Wishaw (sad romantic John Keats in Bright Star) playing fictional journalist Freddie Lyon...love it...and the costumes and the sets...I covet all those 1950's lamps...
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