I have been told by the film buffs in my family that I shouldn’t admit to having enjoyed the Limehouse Golem, owing to the hamminess of much of the acting (much is wilfully exaggerated) and the absurdity of the inclusion of Karl Marx (this is a feature of the original novel). But I did enjoy it. It was partly due to the complexities of the plot, which I half remember from the original 1994 Peter Ackroyd novel – half a parody of Conan Doyle in just the way that Ackroyd specialises. Then, I found it an interesting evocation of the world of the late nineteenth-century music hall. Dan Leno (the real one) first performed in Foresters’ Music Hall in Mile End and later in The Queen’s Theatre in Poplar. The fact that it was about music hall surely permits a degree of parody and burlesque. And I also thought it conveyed something of the roughness and brutality of the late Victorian docks – the Limehouse opium dens, the murders on Ratcliffe Highway, the prostitution on Cable Street. So, I’m not supposed to recommend it, but I do.