When the girl gang are all having a midlife crisis, I predict a riot

The myth of the invisible woman: Or, put another way, how once she reaches a certain age, a woman can slip out of the male gaze.

- Kate Wobschall on Riot Women

One minute you're the centre of attention, mildly irritated by wolf whistles in the street, meeting offers of drinks and phone numbers with an eye roll and a smart remark, the next it's like you're not even there.

It's a phenomenon writer Sally Wainwright not so much as touches on but whacks over the head with a sledgehammer in her new series Riot Women.

It follows five menopausal women - a teacher, a police officer, a pub landlady, a midwife, and a shoplifting freeloader - and is set in Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire.

For a local talent contest, they decide to form a punk rock band, and suddenly find they have a lot more to say about being middle-aged women navigating the ebbs and flows of life.

Unpopular opinion alert: I didn't watch Wainwright's previous hit Happy Valley. Nor did I catch Last Tango in Halifax or Gentleman Jack either - but it felt like I was coming to Riot Women with a fresh perspective.