I didn't watch London, because I lived there for 18 months and hated every minute of that miserable lonely city of dirty air and disappointment. Therefore I wasn't prepared for the slightly off-kilter eccentricity of the script, with the beautiful solemn delivery of Paul Scofield. It's exactly the sort of documentary that reminds me of 1970s BBC, and that's the beauty of it. Whilst delivering much interesting information it has an air of nostalgia that takes us back to the days of brown and orange when Findus Crispy Pancakes were novel cuisine. I think negative reviews are from those who don't understand the tongue-in-cheek nature. If you love BBC4 you'll love this.
Review of Robinson in Space
