DENNIS BROE finds much to praise in the new South African Netflix series, but wonders why it feels forced to sell out its heroine
A memory lane like no other
Neil Hannon songwritting has withstood admirably the often cruel passage of time, writes JAMES WALSH

The Divine Comedy
Barbican, London
“MAYBE it’s tonight. Maybe tomorrow night, next week, next month, next year / We’ve only time to fear”
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