Being Human, episode 2
Last week I said some hurtful things. You do, sometimes, in the heat of the moment, then dawn arrives and you realise that although you meant what you said at the time, you weren’t really in your right mind. There was something else going on. Honestly. It wasn’t you, it was me.
Ok, not quite. I stand by my thoughts about last week’s episode, but in its defence, it was a series opener, and although it had a pilot last year the producers – quite rightly – saw episode one as an opportunity to start from scratch and introduce everyone anew, in order to pick up the stragglers like me, who missed the original.
So, last week: a bit shit. Not huge, steaming pile of moist horse manure – more a patter-patter-patter of rabbit droppings. As I say, a bit shit.
This week, though… Oh, this week it more than lived up to its premise, and I’ll definitely tune in next week. Not – as I hinted last week – in the hope that it gets better, but in the hope that it’s at least half as good as tonight’s episode.

