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Glee (21): Play that funky music white boy…

If you read that this was the funk episode and were anticipating upbeat, toe-tap-tastic grooviness, I’m guessing you came away a little disappointed. This is not to say it wasn’t an excellent slice of Glee – but if funk is lemon sherbet (please feel free to post your suggestions for what funk tastes like), this was 70 per cent cocoa solids dark chocolate with occasional nuggets of butterscotch.

We’re one week away from Regionals – so naturally, Vocal Adrenaline and Sue Sylvester are both doing their best to destroy New Directions. Jesse has (quelle surprise) returned to the VA fold and leads the enemy choir in a typically smooth rendition of Another Bites the Dust. The glee club return to their practice room to discover it has been TP’d by VA as well and that Sue is looking to knock down a wall as soon as New Directions lose at Regionals – and turn the room into her trophy annex (“I want it to look like Elvis’ gold record room at Graceland, except I’ll be wanting far fewer morbidly obese white women waddling around and crying.”). For once Will shows some balls and trashes one of her old trophies. Not that it bothers Sue, for whom trophies are like herpes – they just keep coming back… (“Sue Sylvester has hourly flair ups of burning itchy highly contagious talent.”)

It’s not just the kids who are in a funk as VA pile on the pressure – Will and Terri finally sign their divorce papers. Much as I dislike Terri, there was a heartfelt atmosphere of sorrow and regret that even left me feeling a little sorry for her.

In Glee no emotion is a wasted one, so, naturally Will gets the kids thinking about regrets (Quinn: “Thinking ‘Trust me’ was a sensible birth control option…”) and tasks them with revenge for Vocal Adrenaline’s pre-competition bitchiness. While he suggests various, frankly lame, options, we slip inside Puck’s head where he is realising that responsibility for revenge will inevitably fall to him and Finn. Thus they slash all the tyres on all 26 Range Rovers belonging to the members of Vocal Adrenaline (a gift from Shelby for winning at  Sectionals…) leaving Will defending the indefensible to Principal Figgins. Ultimately Shelby promises not to press charges, but Puck and Finn end up working for Terri at Sheets ‘n’ Things to pay for the damage. The only upside to this is Puck and Finn’s in-store rendition of Beck’s excellent Loser.

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Lustbox: Gene Hunt

What is it about television that makes relatively sane woman fantasise about men they wouldn’t want to share a postcode with in real life? Ladies and gentlemen, the defence calls DCI Gene Hunt.

Philip Glenister seems to be a nice enough bloke and a talented actor, but unless he’s wearing Gene’s cowboy boots I’m not interested. As Cranford’s Mr Carter he was very watchable, but despite being shod in much nicer footwear (and occasionally getting to ride horses) he didn’t get my pulse racing.

Sam Tyler famously, and accurately, described Hunt as  an “overweight, over-the-hill, nicotine-stained, borderline alcoholic homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding”.  But still I harbour fantasies of being rescued from various types of badness by DCI Hunt.

For all his brutality, racism, sexism and homophobia, he’s still the good guy and a charismatic, and occasionally tender, one at that. Despite her troubles, I’d gladly step into Alex Drake’s very pointy shoes.

Perhaps I’m no different from my five-year-old daughter who wants dinosaurs to roam the earth again. The reality would be terrifying, but because it can never be more than a fantasy, the imagined adventure is thrilling.

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