I'm half way through this series, and it's completely bonkers.
It's like some surreal dimension where an American girl, who sounds a bit like Kermit the frog, has crossed into an intersplice between 1930s England and Britain of the early 60s, all held together with superglue from the early 90s.
The pub just made me laugh. '87 in a city pub in London? You wouldn't be able to see for the cigarette smoke. And it would be packed with braying traders.
It's an utterly bizarre show.