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Picked up an old Taggart DVD at the charity bookcase at Tesco. Whenever I watch the old ones with Mark McManus in, I'm reminded of my old dad's generation, the people he knew, the general way society we moved in was like. It's really striking, and there's nothing like it elsewhere. It's a world that's still a kind of inscrutable, inaccessible mystery to me, in some way, the more so the longer I was in it. It's very odd: we're not Scottish, there's no connection to Glasgow at all. The best thing I can come up with is that maybe there's some kind of commonality to working class Protestantism that Taggart really caught the essence of. There's quite a few clues in each episode that Maryhill CID is Gers not Hoops, but it's hard to put a handle on things like style of dress and mannerisms that work on a subliminal level (though I always assumed Jackie was from the other side of the tracks: who knows why with these things?)