Binge watching on recommendation of Archie Valparaiso (14). It’s terrific. Which is a surprise as his recent recommendations have been for Adele and Batman. Of course, if you don’t “have” Apple TV, and you do “have” morals, it’ll mean breaking the law and possibly incurring a prison sentence or hefty fine if you watch it at home. So let me tell you what your high moral stance is costing you: the finest televisual binge since Engrenages. Everything is perfect, as far as I can tell. London is grimy and gothic. The streets are slippery with red herrings and every door bangs open onto a cliff-hanger. Gary Oldman farts himself awake and doesn’t mind re-opening his dinner in front of Kristin Scott Thomas, who makes Helen MIrren look like a crack whore. Some LOL-out loud lines, some exciting violence, and an overall impression of it having been made by grown-ups for grown-ups. I’m four episodes in, out of six (I think), and I’m already gagging for another series based on the works of the author whose name I have forgot (like Gary Oldman’s fart). But I’m not going to read them in case they make another TV series. Who needs books when you have entertainment like this?