The sad sacks of the world strive to prove that, yes, in fact, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong and when it goes wrong, it really goes wrong. Television's humble and beleaguered sad sacks have languished in obscurity for far too long.
It's really a question of identity, or at least that's how I've always perceived it. Who am I in this Clash t-shirt and Army surplus coat? Add to this cauldron of vanity the huge fact of motherhood and looking into the closet becomes both Cathy Cartoon and Greek mythology.