It is rare to watch a TV show in 2013 and realise, within about 15 minutes, that it might be one of the best British dramas of all time. But Channel 4's Southcliffe, which finished on Sunday, is something really rather special.
My first memory of the television is extremely vague. The year is 1994 or maybe 1995. My mother is watching The X-Files. I am hiding behind the sofa. There's a corpse, there are cockroaches, and I am terrified.
The BBC had a nasty habit of wiping old recordings to reuse the tapes. Had it not been for one heroic BBC staff member, armies of fans and occasional discoveries in foreign TV archives it could have been a lot worse, but the fact remains that we are still missing 106 episodes.