Proper.

I didn’t watch that much television growing up, and anyway we moved a lot, so I’ve always taken the primacy of Blake’s 7 on the faith of an anglophilic SF fan. (Also, the Spouse loved it. So.) —Now, we’ve got a region-free DVD player and amazon.co.uk. We’ve worked our way up through the third episode of the second season, and it’s starting to cook, oh yes; it’s gotten as good as they said it gets. Still. I’m going to perplex the grandkids and the great-grandkids some many years from now by chuckling all unexpectedly at the recurring image of two very proper space-goths in high-cowled flowing black robes marching across an abandoned industrial depot somewhere in the middle of England with their luggage.