Inside No. 9 is almost unbelievably brilliant, and it is my dream show. The writing, acting, directing, music. Everybody works so well together to create an unique piece of TV theatre. I used to imagine how satisfying it would be to have worked on something, and then, at the end, have the Doctor Who theme added, a proof that you did good. Now I think that for Inside No. 9.
Winning BAFTAs is so fab, but they, both of them, all of them, deserve so much more. Bless the BBC for sticking with it; that's old fashioned Auntie Beeb, and precisely what I pay the fee for. That and the Sky at Night.
No favourites, however, 12 Days of Christine was my first (Jesus!) and I will never forget the physical sorrow I felt watching that, but Tom & Gerri is the one I watch the most, it's pathologically frightening. La Couchette is the one I think about when I can't sleep. Not sure if because I want to sleep with Mark Benton, Reece Shearsmith, Jack Whitehall, and/or Steve Pemberton, or just 'cos I like trains (preferably without, you know...). To Have and To Hold...I love Nicola Walker, so was very excited to watch that episode, but it ended with irrational behaviour on my part: I don't have coat hooks on the back on any door because of Thomas Hardy. I don't eat Pot Noodle because of Steve Pemberton.