So, Torchwood. I'll be watching it next Sunday, but I can't quite shake off the feeling that if it wasn't so intimately connected with Who, there's no way I'd be back. And woe betide the series if John Barrowman leaves, as so far, it's difficult to discern a whole character out of the supporting cast.

It might also be me, but RTD and the writer of the second episode seemed to get a little carried away, thinking more of "We can have swears and the sex! Hurrah!" without really resorting to thinking too deeply about things; the episodes came off more as juvenile rather than adult (and while I am willing to wait to see how things develop over the series, I won't be happy if Owen gets away with the double-rape he commits in the first episode). Plot-holes, painful attempts to reconcile Gwen's non-belief (yes, I'm sure that drugs in the water is a a perfectly good way of covering up having Cybermen in every home and a sizeable proportion of Earth's population at the brink of suicide. Oh, and the destruction of Number 10 and Big Ben. Mmm, fluoride).

It was also quite unfortunate that the scenes involving the sex-crazed girl brought to mind Mitchell and Webb's Sir Digby Chicken Caesar rather than desperation, but I can't really blame them for that.

The subplots for the series appears to be twofold so far: why are the Weevils getting more jumpy than usual, and more interestingly, Who Is Captain Jack? We know why he's immortal, we know how he was in 1940s Britain, but even so, we don't know how he back from Space Station 5, or who he really is (and also the missing years he mentioned to Rose and The Doctor).

Not a patch on current American fare, but still better than most things you'll find on Sunday night.

(But! Is it just me, or have the set designers nicked the door from Star Trek: DS9's shuttle bays? And am I the geekiest person alive for even thinking it?)