Everything I know about the U.K. I learned from TV

I’ve developed a real affection for British TV, even when the accents are so gumbo-thick that I’m forced to turn on subtitles

Maurice TougasIn my TV-besotted youth, we had precious little exposure to British television. There was Dr. Who, Monty Python’s Flying Circus and The Avengers.

The Avengers starred the curvaceous, recently departed Diana Rigg as Emma Peel, every teenage boy’s fantasy figure (tied with Julie Newmar’s Catwoman on Batman).

Otherwise, that was about it for exposure to British TV.

Today, however, pretty much every Brit TV show available can be found on various channels and/or streaming, from PBS to BBC Canada to BritBox to Acorn.

I’ve developed a real affection for British TV, even when the accents are so gumbo-thick that I’m forced to turn on subtitles. I’ve learned a lot about life across the pond – although, being television, most of what I’ve learned is probably, as the Brits say, rubbish.

Accurate or not, here’s some of what I’ve learned:

British TV is not afraid to make stars out of men and women who would charitably be called homely, all the way to flat-out ugly. Scottish actor David Tennant, who appears in every third British TV series, is nobody’s idea of handsome.

And perhaps the ugliest man in the history of television anywhere is Martin Clunes, who plays the perpetually cranky lead character in Doc Martin. In the long-running comedy-drama, Clunes is lusted after by half the female population (that would be about five) of his very small English town. Nobody ever acknowledges that this jug-eared, liver-lipped, fish-faced guy is Halloween-mask ugly.

Neither Clunes nor Tenant would get so much as a second glance for a role in American TV, where even the typical fireman looks like Rob Lowe. And this is not a bad thing. I appreciate that Brit TV acknowledges that most people are not especially attractive, whereas, in American TV, everybody is at least worth a second look.

Speaking of actors, for a nation that produces great actors the way we produce great hockey players, every British TV features roughly the same dozen or so actors. Whenever I watch a new British TV show, I count the minutes until the first appearance of an actor who appeared in the previous British TV show I watched.

British TV is not afraid to make low-key, quirky and intentionally short-lived comedies. One of the oddest, and most satisfying, was a strange little show called Detectorists, which followed the lives of sad sacks who scour fields looking for treasure with metal detectors. It’s sweet and sad and funny and as British as the Queen.

You know that cliche about the British having bad teeth? It’s true! Whereas everyone on American TV has teeth that glow with radioactive intensity, the Brits are still prone to grey-to-yellowish, widely-spaced snaggleteeth. However, this is slowly changing as British actors realize that there’s money to be made on American TV and all they have to do is whiten their tea-stained choppers.

Speaking of tea, you know that cliche that the British love tea? It’s true. Everybody drinks tea all the time. If the cops break into a house and gun down the bad guy, the villain’s last words will be “Fancy a cuppa?”

Second only to tea is beer. Every British TV show in history features at least one scene where the principals gather in a quaint pub for a pint. And when they get roaring drunk, everybody collectively sings the lyrics to some 1980s British pop tune.

As I understand it, everyone in Britain lives in either London or Manchester or, failing that, an impossibly quaint, picture-postcard, windswept seaside village where the sun never shines. The drawback to living in the quaint village is that someone is going to be murdered every week. My estimate is that in every British village the murder rate is about one for every 125 people. Why people live there, I don’t know.

All British police stations are run by women. I suspect this is just the British TV way of showing how progressive Britain is, but women – invariably portrayed as tough, brittle and no-nonsense, and preferably black – seem to be in the majority of leadership roles in British police.

All British male cops are brooding over some terrible thing that happened to them years ago that they just can’t let go. Usually, it’s the murder of a spouse or the loss of a child. It’s tough being a bobby.

The British swear, a lot. Even a lovable granny will spew an f-word at the least provocation, and the British have a peculiar fascination with the c-word, which is pretty much the last frontier of obscenity on American TV. The British also say ‘Oi’ a lot, which is an all-purpose way of saying just about anything.

And finally, the Brits do produce a shocking amount of really good television. Put the kettle on and give it a look.

Maurice Tougas’s wry sense of humour has been amusing readers for years. He was twice named best columnist in Canada by the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and was a finalist for the Golden Quill award from the International Society of Weekly Newspaper Editors. He served one term as a Liberal MLA in the Alberta legislature. For interview requests, click here.


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