The final part of Red Riding, finally justified the hype, I reckon.

With David Morrissey turning in a brilliant performance that was refreshingly different from that usual brilliant performance he does (as essayed from Holding On right through to Doctor Who), and a final episode that tangled backwards across the series, buffing up the previous two parts to make them look even better, here was the best British TV drama series, since – well – I’m not entirely sure. Certainly if we were to include one-offs I would have to go back to Longford which was an amazing bit of television – but in terms of actual drama series – dramas told over a multiple, but finite number of episodes, stretching over a few weeks, I really struggle to think of anything comparable this decade. Indeed the aforementioned Holding On is perhaps the last great TV drama series I can recall watching. Surely the last ten years has given us more than Red Riding?