The Sweeney proves it: things ain’t wot they were (thank God)

With my family out of London all of August, I can find myself scratching around for entertainment mid-week. This usually involves nothing more imaginative than surfing through the second-division TV channels for something vaguely interesting. I have low expectations of this endeavor, although this changed when I happened upon my favourite childhood TV series: The Sweeney. Of course, this gloriously-unreconstructed …