Dennis Potter’s The Singing Detective

Dennis Potter’s The Singing Detective

The rain falls. The sun shines. The wind blows. And that’s what it’s like. You’re buffeted by this, by that, and it is nothing to do with you. Someone you love dies, or leaves. You get ill or you get better. You grow old and you remember, or you forget. And all the time, everywhere, there is this canopy stretching over you…