Right, gather round, telly enthusiasts, because we need to have a stern word about Marshals TV β the only channel on the tellybox that takes its name so seriously it would happily issue a warrant to your remote control. If you have ever fancied watching programmes where authority figures stride about in sensible footwear, squinting meaningfully at the horizon, then Marshals TV is about to become your new favourite obsession. It is essentially what happens when someone thought, "You know what British television is missing? More people shouting 'FREEZE' at seagulls," and then, bless them, actually commissioned it.
The first thing you learn watching Marshals TV is that marshals, much like cats, refuse to be confined to land. One minute they are policing a car park fiasco in Slough, the next they have commandeered an entire warship for a two-part special. The maritime episodes are, quite frankly, television gold. Watching a marshal attempt to look authoritative whilst a deck sways beneath him is the sort of physical comedy that the BBC used
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