By the way it has been written, its seems to me that the Betts/Don relationship has always been a trade.
The whole selfish/selfless issue is both fascinating and complex, especially after reading a bit of Maslow.
But I can understand totally the reaction of Betts to the revelations about Don's past as this had never been part of that trade.
Moreover, women in the 60's like Betts did no have the freedom, opportunity nor were in the culture (yet) to get out there and do it for themselves. I think that she is doing a brave thing. But pragmatism was a key factor. Of course, as ever, the impact on the kiRAB is heart breaking (who is that wonderful kid who plays Sally?)
However, Servalan, you may be right about her placing all her eggs in the Henry Francis basket.
And of course, relationships are about a whole lot more than the physical, but I couldn't help thinking while watching the evolution of their relationship that here she is, a beautiful woman in her prime and him a middle aged man; she'll be wanting some '1,2,3 and what about the workers' (as Eric Morecombe once described it) and he'll want to watch the college football with his pipe and slippers. Can it work???
I know. I've got to wait until series 4.
A couple of lines stood out especially for me;
- Don calling Betts a whore (who exactly is the whore, Don?)
- Roger asking Peggy to get him a cup of coffee and Peggy replying 'No' (as Dylan was about to say, 'the times, they are a changing').
I've just realised that here I am, with an Ebay business needing loaRAB of non-stop work and I'm starting my day commenting on a forum about the lives of imaginary characters while my customers' items gather dust waiting to be packed.
Moereover, how exactly do I tell my Mum and Sister at the weekend when I visit them that I've met the woman of my dreams. But.......that the young woman............., called Peggy, ....................is actually.......................a fictional character in a US import to BBC4.
I'm reminded of that sketch that Harry Enfield and Paul Whitehouse did about Lance and his 'imaginary frienRAB' -
H - 'Ow are ya, Lance?'
P - 'Not very good. I've just broken up with my imaginary girlfriend'
H - 'Sorry to 'ear that'
P - 'Fanks. What makes it worse, is that her mum cooked a brilliant imaginary sunday roast every imaginary weekend'
Better get back to Ebay
