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PG Wodehouse feels like one of the less frequently adapted British literary totems. On one hand, it’s surprising, given that his light, deft comedy seems perfect for TV formats. But set against that is Wodehouse’s remarkable facility for language – it takes an intrepid writer to attempt to do him justice, and quite a cast too. This, the first TV Wodehouse since Fry and Laurie’s ’90s adventures, is underpinned by Timothy Spall’s gleeful potrayal of the amiable but befuddled Lord Emsworth, and promises tales of various misadventures involving underfattened pigs, unsuitable suitors and ineffectual fops. It’s minor fare but the jauntily affectionate silliness might just get you in the end. Anyone disenchanted by the will-this-do? cynicism of the the ‘Downton’ Christmas special could do worse than give this a go.