It's 1982, and on television, that means two things: lurid clothes and furnishings and 'Now that's what I call music 1' on the soundtrack. We're in Sheffield, so 'Full Monty' territory, and what follows is in the mould of those feelgood British staples. Money is tight, and where it isn't, life is boring, and these circumstances bring together four women who sell Ann Summers sex products at tupperware-style parties. The local ladies think vibrators are blenders, while the husbands and partners are threatened or bemused by this liberated behaviour.
Challenging? No. Forgettable? Yes, especially as it hasn't obvious expansion room for further series. Performed (ahem) with gusto by a decent cast, but set to inspire a summer flirtation rather than a full-on holiday romance.
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