This is Georgian London in all its farting, belching, gin-sodden, fornicating, pox-ridden glory. Rabelaisian, indeed Hogarthian, - what would you expect from a depiction of the great William Hogarth from the stews of Spitalifields to the fresh air of Chiswick. And the cast of characters includes drunks, whores, the Prime Minister, thieves, con-artists, Handel and the denizens of the Hellfire Club. You will want to clap.
