Lock up your TV remote! Why Jilly Cooper’s Rivals was guaranteed to be joyous television
Cooper’s novel is full of wisdom, wit and emotional intelligence. When put on screen, even the gratuitous sex feels oddly wholesome It begins, of course, with bonking. A closeup on a bare male bottom, thrusting energetically in a Concorde loo. Cries of ecstasy float over a soundtrack of Robert Palmer’s Addicted to Love as the…