My favourite series of the year so far – and yes, I know that it’s only April – doesn’t feature hideous mushroom-headed zombies staggering through a post-apocalyptic wasteland. It doesn’t revolve around the Roy dynasty’s endless psychodramas (though in fairness, we are only two episodes into that one). And it doesn’t feature Catherine Cawood side-eyeing a series of interchangeable, patronising male police officers.
No, all these shows are terrific, but my favourite series of the year so far is a micro-budget US comedy about a bunch of failed actors stuck (barely) working for a shambolic catering firm – a show that was last on TV 13 years ago and that I assumed would never, ever return: Party Down.
