More heavyweight than the Soap Awards and less stuffy than the BAFTAs, the National Television Awards is always an entertaining night (if not always for the right reasons - I'm looking at you, Judy Finnigan).
Feeling slightly nervous, I tuned into the first episode and was instantly drawn back into the narrative as though thirteen years had not passed. We were guided back into the characters' lives in a way that felt natural with just the right amount of nostalgia.
Compared to the huge finales that US TV series have spoilt us with in recent years in terms of twists and action, the fact that this damp squib of an episode was a total letdown of a series ending was probably the only original thing about the entire show.
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.
Channel 4's gritty mini series Top Boy, returns this month with its second series. A mind-blowing ratings success for the broadcaster, its lead characters Dushane and Sully are back with their daily grind, about inner city life in East London.
Contains Spoilers ***** Last week the Twittersphere erupted in a single collective yowl of shock and disbelief. The cause - the penultimate episode in series three of Game of Thrones.
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.
Blue Bloods is a CBS-produced TV drama - now in its third season - airing on Sky Atlantic in the UK, which typifies the successful formula used to create a top-rating series stateside.
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.
Appropriate Adult did not glorify West, nor did it even try to humanise him; it just did a very good job of presenting him as he must have appeared to Janet Leach in real life: a very ordinary, plausible man who slowly revealed his horrifying secrets.
Unlike the iceberg, of course, we could have seen Titanic's problems a mile off. It's clear from Fellowes' most recent creation Downton Abbey that he believes the mere proximity of people from different social classes is enough to make a decent drama. Forget character, story, emotion...
Imagine the scenario. It's the eve of a general election. Public satisfaction with the major parties of right and left is at an all-time low. In a televised debate the leader of a small, centrist party gives a stirring performance, surges ahead in the polls and wins the election, becoming prime minister of a multi-party coalition government.
I haven't felt such compulsion to be in front of a telly for a period drama since the 1990s adaptation of Pride and Prejudice and Colin Firth's Mr Darcy got his frilly shirt wet.
He's not just a high-ranking mandarin, he's the President's most important counsellor and the mastermind behind two election victories. He's not just a middle-aged politician, he's a sage with a staff who have intense loyalty toward him. In short, everyone should have a Leo.
Time to get out the hankies, obviously dusting them first for fingerprints. After ten series of poker-faced shenanigans at the heart of the British security services, Spooks finally signed off for good last night, and from the outset, it was clear that stakes were high.
For many of us - especially perhaps Liam Fox this week - escapism is everything. From boredom. From endless Loose Women. From feelings of being as vastly unfulfilled as a Little Chef chef. Downton Abbey is one such retreat. It looks nice, it sounds nice and I bet it would smell nice too.