I'll watch it. It's got no commercials. The thing about Midsummer Murders is that it works on the multiple killings formulae. It is truly amazing to me that so many people can be plausibly killed in a small English country hamlet every episode.

When they go on a killing spree, they really getting going behind those english country hedges and tudor style residences with ivy growing on them. You'll never know what your local pig farmer might have been up to all these years, if you don't watch Midsummer Murders.

It's a wonder that Inspector Barnaby hasn't run out of victims, in the vicinity of Courston.

In fact it's on now, I think I'll go and watch it. It's got no commercials.

Well I've just finished watching an episode of Midsommer which, as usual, I thoroughly enjoyed.

And so to bed.

I also just finished watching Midsommer Murders - emjoyed it. I also enjoyed the earlier series of Bergerac set on Jersey also starring John Nettles. Great stuff.

Off to bed for me as well.

Good-night Poirot, Good-night Pelly, Good-night Steven...

There may not be much diversity in Midsomer Murders, but when viewed as a part of the broader British crime genre, it certainly serves its multicultural purpose. It shows quite clearly that even rich white people who don't live in inner-city tenements can go around killing each other. That's why I love it!

Of course, DCI Barnaby could always take his wife on a much-needed holiday and be replaced for a couple of episodes by Acting DCI Bin-Abdul, an equally brilliant detective who overcomes prejudice and wins over the people of one hamlet after another. Or not.

Out of interest, does anyone here know how diverse the populations of hamlets in the moors actually are? My grandparents used to live out that way, and only ever spoke of white people, but that doesn't mean much. They came from Africa, so an abundance of black people may just seem normal to them and unworthy of mention.

Lexi, how could you?

Bergerac was not only more multiculturally challenged than Midsomer, it was also politically incorrect in that he went around in an ostentatious petrol guzzling mid 40s sports car.

I am really quite surprised at you.

Hasbeen,

No accounting for taste is there? The heart loves what it loves (sigh).