*The following is a post from my second new Telly blogger, Julie, will be writing mostly about British dramas.
Hello, there! My name is Julie, though most people call me Jules, and I can’t emphasize enough how ecstatic I am to be contributing here!
Like my fellow Telly-blogger-mate Carmen, I live in the Midwest and work at a library. My husband and I share our home with two ornery cats and piles of British DVDs/books/music/stuff.
How did I end up obsessed with the brilliance that is British TV? Well, the Beatles, of course. It’s entirely my mum’s fault (and yes, I really do call her “mum”). When I was 13, she gifted me with Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and I was blown away. Besides falling head over heels for the Fab Four, I wanted to know what they ate, what they wore, what they watched. I knew instinctively, I suppose, that if the music was this good, how incredible everything else in Britain must be as well.
This was in a time before smartphones and Google, so I became great friends with PBS. I was glued to the Telly every Saturday night as hours of Britcoms made that little black box come alive. And not only did I begin a relationship with British Comedy, but British Drama and I hit it off pretty well, too.
I must explain that I am a deeply imaginative and creative introvert who preferred watching PBS on Saturday nights to anything else…Jane Austen enchanted me; Dickens mesmerized me; Dr. Who filled me with wonder. I would create my own stories after being inspired by those. Being carried away into the captivating world of Downton Abbey or the gritty yet indomitable spirit of Call the Midwife and Sherlock is akin to actually walking the grounds of my beloved Britain, all from the comfort of my couch in our quaint Kentucky home.
Simply put, escaping to the beautiful, sometimes heartbreaking but always enthralling world of British Drama is a continual spark for my imagination and spirit. And I’m a better person for it.