There were four of us in a room, three of us had no idea what was going on; one of us pretended her fingers were Jack’s penis and postulated that the Blessing was a giant testicle severed from Jack and grown to disgusting size.

Let’s be honest, that is probably more of an idea than the writers of Torchwood had at this point. I have seen six year olds come up with a more cohesive collaborative storyline. It turns out that last week’s whole flashback episode with the humping was pointless.

No, literally. It meant nothing narratively. Jack loved a man! Well, in Uk Torchwood he loved at least four, so I am not particularly impressed. People he loves dies! Again, hardly news.

Seriously, two thirds of this entire series has been filler that means very little. There are new threads thrown in randomly and Gwen spends so much time flying back and forth between Wales and America that she is going to meet herself.

Admittedly, it didn’t help my mood that Oswald Danes and his fat, pedophile face was back. Jilly was with him. Well, some red head was with him. As much as I enjoyed the red devil, her character is so erratically written that it is pointless. She is evil, she is good, she is manipulative, she is helpless.

Next week, will be boring and involve a great deal of poorly written posturing. It won’t be fun.

Still on holiday, so the review is short.