THE third series started this weekend — no wait, that’s not right. In the parlance of the cool young kids who watch stuff online I should say the new series “dropped”.

Am I saying that right, kids? The new series “dropped” on Netflix?

It went live yesterday morning, and I’ve had the date marked on my calendar for months. I adore this sitcom and my kitchen is stuffed with Maltesers and Ringos in its honour, for I binge with my binge-watching.

Kimmy was held captive in a disused bunker by a lunatic preacher who convinced his captives doomsday was nigh.

When they were liberated, she skipped off to Manhattan to enjoy the real world at long last, but, due to her years of captivity, she is incredibly naive. This naivety manifests itself as kindness when thrown in among the hard and crazy folk of NYC.

Yet the star of the show is Titus Andromedon, Kimmy’s huge, black, gay roommate from the Deep South. Jon Hamm returns as the preacher, now in jail. Titus is convinced his boyfriend has cheated on him, while Kimmy sets off for college, still trying to catch up for her lost years.

CLIQUE, BBC1, 10.10pm

THIS series has been previously broadcast on BBC3 — which means no-one knew about it. It made sense on paper: we watch TV on laptops, phones and tablets, so it surely makes no difference if the channel we’re watching is online. And yet it does matter when so many of us still rely on the TV listings to show us what’s coming up.

This drama is about two best friends at Edinburgh University. The opening scenes are all about partying and drinking, but then it gets serious.

The cool Professor McDermid is lecturing on macro-economics but it quickly develops into a spiky feminist talk about how “bitches got the majority” and yet women still suffer. This is not because of sexism, but because women make themselves into “moaning” victims.

The girls are drawn into a clique of beautiful students, with the enigmatic professor at the head, but there is a darkness at the glamorous core and the ending is incredibly shocking.



I FEEL sorry for every programme which pops up in this slot as they all suffer from not being Line of Duty. In this last series for the inspector, we’re in the gruff, damp Newcastle of the 1970s and everything is very dark, noisy and masculine. George Gently is at a boxing match and there’s constant smoke and drink and shouting.

It’s almost a relief when we retreat to the slightly less noisy atmosphere of a local factory where men are welding and hammering and sawing. It’s a man’s world here, and yet when one workman cracks open some steel drums and sees a decaying body inside he does the very unmacho thing of gasping and vomiting.

The liquids in the sealed tank have helpfully preserved the body, and the evidence, but “the fumes coming off it could take out half the mortuary!”.

This gruesome discovery puts George Gently back on an old case, in which a local woman had been sentenced to life for murdering her husband even though his body had never been found. And as if poor George Gently didn’t have enough on his plate, his boss is pressuring him to retire.


I LOVE the clever idea behind this series. A fictional murder case is tried in a real court, with its awful story played out before a real jury, judge and lawyers, and with genuine expert witnesses brought in to give their opinion on the stand.

Not only is it fascinating, it also allows us to see how a murder case is tried in court, an imposing place where cameras are banned and where our only peep inside comes from pencil sketches of the accused.

Actors play the defendant and the witnesses, and the trial will be broadcast each night until the verdict is delivered in Thursday’s episode.

The story in this new series concerns a domestic incident.

A professor returns home and finds his estranged wife lying dead on the floor.

She has been strangled but, instead of instantly phoning the police, he took a long time to do anything. What did he do in that crucial period? Was he in shock? Or was he cleaning up the evidence?