I seem to have watched more television than usual over the past few days, even if a lot of it was on catch-up through i-Player, so for want of anything else to blog about here is my What Was On review.
Actually I’ll start with What Wasn’t On. The Thick Of It is on on Saturday when I’m otherwise occupied so I usually watch it during the week, but for some reason there is a two week gap between episodes four and five.
I suspect this is because it would have appeared on the eve of the Conservative Party Conference and the writers didn’t want them stealing any more of their hare-brained satirical ideas to dress up as official coalition policy.
As I wasn’t able to use i-Player to watch episode five in the future, I went back in time instead to watch the final episode of Doctor Who. How appropriate.
It was the one in which the Doctor bids a heart-breaking farewell to Amy and Rory and very confusing it was too.
It started with the trio in New York with the Doctor reading a book that hadn’t been written yet about things he was fated to do in another New York that may or may not have existed.
So they all travel to this other New York where the Doctor meets the wife he hasn’t married yet and Amy and Rory end up jumping off a very tall building to stop this past or future New York from existing at all so that they can live a long and happy life together in the past that never happened.
It was very tense, although mostly in a grammatical sense with the past imperfect becoming future perfect in a twinkling of the Doctor’s eye.
After this mind-bending entertainment, I expected the new thriller series Hunted to be a piece of cake to follow. It wasn’t.
The fifteen minute opening sequence saw the heroine in a sub-titled Tangier rescuing someone important from the hands of villains who may or may not be terrorists. She is then shot in the head, except she isn’t – it’s just a ruse.
But then she is shot for real, although the bad guy decides to aim for her stomach instead of her head which allows her to overcome and kill the assassins and escape to the UK.
She then spends the next twelve months in a remote Scottish cottage eating fried Spam and getting back in shape by running up mountains and lying under her bath water for five minutes at a time.
It is billed as the new Spooks so I shall be sticking with it to find out what is going on, even if Melissa George’s pout is already beginning to grate on my nerves.