I don’t like change. Never have, never will, and though I’ve never been a regular viewer of A Touch of Frost, I liked knowing it was there.
As police dramas go, Frost has always been the comfort blanket of the genre; it’s never been grittily realistic but nor has it been lamely unrealistic or Victoriana. It’s the Goldilocks’ porridge of the type, and just right.
And David Jason brought a savoir faire and a certain je ne sais quoi to the role that’s almost certainly unique to him, but I’ve never quite been able to detach him from Del Boy…
However, that’s certainly done the show no harm; waiting eagerly for Frost to say “Mais oui mon petit pois” has been an as yet unrequited ambition, but there’s still time…
So, it was with a heavy heart that I watched the penultimate episode, and with a jittery one that I await news of Frost’s fate in the second and concluding part.
Then that’s it; no new Frost episodes ever, but there are bound to be a zillion repeats of the preexisting ones.
And apparently, David Jason insisted that the show’s bosses write and film two endings, and being the star he is, the powers that be bowed to his request and have been more tight lipped about the eventual outcome than Cameron is about his pot smoking days.
So will he leave on a high with the new love interest of his life, Christine? Or will be subjected to seeing him leave in a body bag? Well, we’ll find out tonight at 9pm, and either way, we’re sure to need tissues at the ready.