You can bank on it - this 'Halifax' will give you extra There was so much to admire - from the beautiful script by Sally Wainwright, who was herself born in Halifax, to the powerful performances by old stagers Derek Jacobi, Anne Reid and, particularly, the utterly brilliant Sarah Lancashire - but it was the way in which so many threads were woven into the narrative that gave it an almost epic feel. Certainly, the panoramic shots of the rolling Pennines communicated the idea that this was a story that was wide in its scope. So we had betrayal, guilt, class war, illicit sex, alcoholism, infidelity, family breakdown, bigotry, homosexuality, plus some sharp social commentary. Alan, played by Jacobi, begins to have doubts about his paramour Celia (Reid), believing she might not share his open-minded view of the world. "She reads t'Daily Mail, Celia does," he tells his daughter. "How long have you known this, dad?" she asks, shocked, as if her father has just revealed that the woman he is about to marry is a devil-worshipper or a Man United supporter. There were so many bittersweet moments that, by the end of the Wednesday night's concluding episode, my emotions were shredded. There were so many layers to the story that would have resonated with much of the audience: rarely these days do you see something on television, a medium dominated by reality shows, that is so real. It is not entirely surprising that Last Tango in Halifax will return for a second series in the new year. It gained impressive viewing figures - more than seven million. But what I find particularly pleasing is that, among the shoot-'em-up, track-'em-down, serve-'em-goose dramas, there is still a market for something which is homespun, original, contemporary and, above all, warm. Bravo! See you on Monday for some last-minute opinion.