Helen Moorhouse: I gorged on Borgen last night ... and today I have a hangover
Dear Sarah Lund, while The Killing has been away, I've been seeing someone else. She's not better than you, just different. I don't even know her that well yet – I haven't seen inside her jumper drawer. But she's a pint-sized firecracker in a too-tight suit. She's Birgitte Nyborg and I think I love her a little....
I have a Borgen hangover – I gorged last night, episodes saved up on my Sky planner like Weightwatchers points for the weekend. I now think I want to learn Danish and go into politics; I definitely want a househusband. The first series draws to a close this weekend on BBC 4 and all I want to do with my time is continue to hurtle through it at breakneck speed, striding along beside the diminutive prime minister, her ambitious spin doctor, her incompetent (but-she'll-come-good-I-bet) secretary, her closest advisor, Bent (who I have a horrible feeling will die and leave her to cope alone), elfin journalist Katrine (elfin as in Cate Blanchett with black eyes) and strangely foxy husband, Strange-from-The-Killing 2.
Why oh why is Danish TV so good? Clearly they must have their share of 'Going Strongs' but there is nothing that we could send them – not The Clinic, not Raw, not Pure Mule - that could even touch the hemlines of The Killing or Borgen – and word has it that upcoming 'The Bridge' is going to blow our fair isle sweaters off.