IN little more than a fortnight, I will be pouring myself a martini and popping on a 1950s-style prom dress to celebrate the return of Mad Men, aka the greatest TV show ever made.
Not since I was nine and glued to Neighbours have I been so excited about a television programme. And, boy, has this latest season kept me waiting.
I was warned, but it didn't make it any easier – especially when rip-off shows, like The Hour and Pan Am, failed to fill my need for retro tely. I've missed Don Draper more than is respectably healthy. His appearance in last year's hit film, Bridesmaids, filled the void briefly – that is, after I'd got over the shock that he really was just an actor, not a real person.
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