Murky political intrigue galore gave this week a GoT feel (albeit with way less nudity). Plus! Some fantastic anachronistic wokeness It’s only episode two and already they are putting the “dark” into Poldark. Political intrigue and the murky hand of “the crown” lent a Game of Thrones feel to this episode. But instead of the bouncing bosoms amply displayed on HBO, BBC budgetary constraints meant that instead we got the filthy soles of Tess Tregidden’s Hobbit-like feet happily resting on Ross’s dining table, much to Prudie’s disgust. Ah well, we have to get our kicks where we can – especially as Aidan Turner’s agent seems to have beaten the producers into submission regarding the bare chest activity. (Will we even glimpse a clavicle this series? I bet a sack of slaver’s gold the answer is no.) This week was dominated by Creepy Spy Man, AKA the least discreet espionage presence since Grey Squirrel appeared behind a park bench on Dom Joly’s Trigger Happy TV. And yet despite the fact that Creepy Spy Man was