I was bored yesterday at work (which really isn’t news or anything new) and my boss and I got to talking about old TV shows. Eventually it came to her saying to me with quite a bit of disdain, “You’ve never seen I, Claudius before? Really?”
I just shook my head and shrugged. “The Roman?” I asked, seeking clarification, but pondering for a moment if it was a show about Hamlet’s stepdad.
“Yes, the Roman,” she told me and thrust a VHS copy of the first two episodes into my hand (luckily, we have a VCR at work)(old school). “You’re in luck,” she said. “This is the unexpurgated copy. The stuff they couldn’t show on PBS.”
“PBS?” I asked, already doing a bit of online researching as we talked, finding out that this BBC miniseries was based on the novels by Robert Graves. “Like Masterpiece Theater?”
“That’s right,” she said.
Me: “What could possibly be in a BBC miniseries that couldn’t be shown on PBS?”
Her: “Tits. Lots of them. You’ll love it.”
