Whitechapel was narsty...I sat on the edge of the settee with my mouth open for the entire hour and didn't like it one bit and I was really worried when Chandler broke his elastic band and couldn't turn the tap off to stop it from dripping and having a heavily pregnant woman doing the autopsies is weird and isn't Myles seriously brilliant and I just love that totally peculiar bloke in the basement with his archives...

This is a drama which is almost impossible to follow...most of it is filmed in the twilight so you can't see who is who or what they are planning next...the murders are completely foul and I hated when the three cats died and want to know what happened to that nice Collie dog that was shut in the back of the van...or maybe it would be better not to know after all...though his owner is going to be alright even after suffering dozens of cuts to his torso...so that part ended fairly well...I suppose...and just who is that creepy woman with the bright red lipstick?

And what is it with the fungus please...I don't think I can wait until next Wednesday to see what signifiance the fungus in the basement full of ancient archives has to do with the story...and those footsteps were plain horrible and made me shudder and I'm glad Myles has a religious symbol on a chain 'cos he might need that later...

You'll have gathered I'm gripped by this drama even though I don't understand half of it...it's lovely to be taken totally away from the humdrum to escape to a world totally unlike ones own for an hour or so with excellent actors who have you enthralled...I can't be doing with the likes of Downton Abbey...don't care that it's really popular and everybody watches it...I don't. I saw one episode and thought it plain silly and the facts and figures and such like are all wrong and so I've never watched it again...all that over the top breast beating and heavy breathing doesn't do much for me...

Can't be doing with sloppy romances and people looking at each other gooey eyed and fainting at the drop of a hat and all those tight waisted frocks give me the heebie-jeebies...I like the dark dramas with the faintest hint of something narsty in the woodshed...I like the endless passageways and unconnected footsteps and heroes with deep personal problems revealed a bit at a time...I'll happily wallow for an hour or so over the camera lingering on a dripping tap and an unseen menace lurks behind an ordinary garden hedge...

I'll watch and listen intently as your man in the archives describes the background of the Witchhunts...as he turns over the pages of mouldy old papers and gives out the facts with a certain degree of relish...not just Witches he said...but Jews and Homosexuals...Non Believers and...then Chandler intervenes and the moment is lost as it is intended to be...so you are left with a feeling of almost bereavement and want him to tell more...please.

Good well acted drama is like a decent book...it transports you to another time and another place for a short while...you can literally lose yourself in the story however odd or obscure it may be...one of those rare pleasures to simply wallow in for a brief time once a week...