Dear Rupert I've been a big fan over the years. I've enjoyed your witty asides, acerbic observations, and the time you got us all thrown out of a club for 'inappropriate dancing'. In fact, despite your ubiquity, you are consistently more funny than average (if your sample includes Sarah Teather, as she brings down the mean).
What did you do with your extra hour last Sunday? If Instagram were to be believed, I'd hazard a guess it was working on your Halloween costume. Yep, forget Christmas, if there's a 'festival' worth getting dressed up for, Halloween appears to be very much it... with us Brits having taken a cue from our American cousins and embraced the event with gusto this year. Away from pumpkins and cat costumes, it was a toss up this week as to who got the biggest fright.
As titles for pieces go, I'm aware this one fits all too snugly into the hyperbole driven world of internet opinion, but in order to make a point about how strongly I feel about Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant's The Office (incredibly now 12 years old) I'll play along and set my stall out; I genuinely believe it to be the finest example of television ever broadcast.