I have been reliving the exact moment somebody first told me about Succession, in that long lull between seasons one and two. London Bridge, an early autumn day that was crisp rather than slippery, the sun bouncing high from the Shard, and then: “Yeah it’s like a cut-throat family saga set in the glowing coals of what is basically Rupert Murdoch’s empire, also everyone is wearing caps and gilets.” Some TV just finds you this way: not via the Sky homepage or the trending topics on social media or the Gogglebox rewatch on Friday night, but passed along to you like a gift. Hey, you need to watch this, it’s the best thing on TV right now, I need someone to talk to about it.
So: hey, you need to watch Industry (Tuesday, 10.40pm, BBC One), it’s the best thing on TV right now, I need someone to talk to about it. The first season, an HBO–BBC venture that if you have eight spare hours this weekend is worth ignoring your so-called plans for and catching up on, was a criminally underwatched world-setter where five new graduates tumble through the first fraught year working at an investment bank, making heart-thudding million-pound goofs during the day and taking far too much ketamine at night.
