So, The Hour has been axed by the BBC.

DO YOU REALISE HOW FUCKED UP THIS IS. For goodness sake, they left this enormous cliff-hanger at the end of series 2, along with giving us a nice sliver of hope that Bel and Freddie would, yes, finally have their happy ending. Now we’ll never know. Sure, we can write pages and pages of fanfiction, but what’s the fun in that? 

They axed it because they need to bring in more new shows. Why?

For goodness damn fucking sake, you don’t just keep axing shows because you want to bring in new ones. That would suck. You need to continue other shows. And frankly, the series were only six episodes long. Only six. It’s not like it’s a show with about 12 for every series. Six, one hour shows, filmed in London with London-based actors who are more than willing to take part. 

And don’t you dare point out any low viewer ratings, because you didn’t publicise the damn show enough! Shows like Sherlock got all the publicity, didn’t they? Big shows with people like Steven Moffat behind them. But, you might have though that after taking the Hour to BBC America, the show would continue. Otherwise, what’s the point? Airing a good show that will never have a proper conclusion? No point, whatsoever.

Even after we started that petition and got over 4000 signitures. Did you listen? Obviously not. 

I love the BBC, I really, really do. You’ve produced wonderful, awesome shows, radio plays, brought young actors out into the limelight… but this, this really is ridiculous. Ridiculous, un-called for, and unnecessarily callous.  Why didn’t you just give us one more series and then axe it, after giving a sufficient conclusion? That would have pleased everyone. 

So. A good playwright writes an interesting, gripping, sophisticated show. You like it, and get a cast of wonderful talented actors, including such treasures as Anna Chancellor, and young thespians such as the wonderful Ben Whishaw. The filming goes well; the set and costume design is perfect, and although the first series doesn’t get enormous viewing figures (because you decide, unwisely, not to publicise it much). Then you commission a series two. Fair enough, it’s a good show with good actors. Now the characters have been established, you can give them the chance to grow and develop. Series two is a rollar-coaster of storylines, and more people start watching. The show is gaining more popularity. It ends on a cliff-hanger. People want more, and the BBC even decides to broadcast series one and two in America. Brilliant! Then, like a gardener who has been tending to his prize rosebush, watering it, making it more beautiful than ever until it become a strong, flourishing plant, in it’s prime you grab it by the roots and rip it out, leaving red, broken flower heads scattered across the soil.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.