The Archers? Indian.
I am an inveterate capturer of BBC radio output, so that, having filled up my media player, I can be my own Programme Controller; and while I generally choose to listen to music on the way to and from work, I like to be able to spend my lunch hour immersed in drama and comedy. While I can't escape the work environment physically, I can at least do so internally, simply by putting in my headphones and daring anybody to disturb me.
This week I have been listening to The Nightrunners of Bengal, in turn part of a larger dramatisation of four novels by John Masters, which formed a Classic Serial in eighteen parts (back in the days when the idea of a Radio 4 Classic Serial that only ran for two weeks would have been considered too puny to deserve the name).
I have enjoyed it, but only after getting used to the cognitive dissonance caused by the main character, a British officer, being played by Oliver Sterling Michael Cochrane, the plucky English lady, with whom he falls in love, by Lynda Snell Carole Boyd, and the sultry, mysterious Rani of Kishanpur by Usha Gupta Souad Faress.
Mind you, it did leave me waiting for Captain Savage's faithful jemhadar to come upon him with the words "Grettings, sahib, me old pal, me old beauty" before saying he was unfit for service because of his farmer's lung.
This week I have been listening to The Nightrunners of Bengal, in turn part of a larger dramatisation of four novels by John Masters, which formed a Classic Serial in eighteen parts (back in the days when the idea of a Radio 4 Classic Serial that only ran for two weeks would have been considered too puny to deserve the name).
I have enjoyed it, but only after getting used to the cognitive dissonance caused by the main character, a British officer, being played by Oliver Sterling Michael Cochrane, the plucky English lady, with whom he falls in love, by Lynda Snell Carole Boyd, and the sultry, mysterious Rani of Kishanpur by Usha Gupta Souad Faress.
Mind you, it did leave me waiting for Captain Savage's faithful jemhadar to come upon him with the words "Grettings, sahib, me old pal, me old beauty" before saying he was unfit for service because of his farmer's lung.