I started watching the new feature-length BBC Sherlock, based on Conan Doyle’s A Scandal in Bohemia, on New Year’s day with company. But 15 minutes in, when I couldn’t really answer the question ‘Is this supposed to be for kids?’, I was quickly abandoned. I must admit it did have the feel of a BBC3 10pm slot drama about it. And to compound that feeling, Russell Tovey is set to tip up in next week’s episode.

Now it was beautifully shot and zipped along at a fair old pace – too fast without the aid of a pause button even (or that could just be me being feeling slightly worse for wear on Jan 1st). And the main performances were masterful too (special mentions for Lara Pulver and Mark Gatiss). All good.

But afterwards I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d been watching 90 minutes of  ‘Carry On Up Baker Street’. A dominatrix! Matron. Nudity! Ooo er. Whips! Titter ye not. A camera phone(?)

All the reviews I’ve read give A Scandal in Belgravia an unequivocal thumbs up, so I do feel like a voice in the wilderness. Certainly Sherlock pretty much does what you’d expect it to, I should have known what I was signing up for when I decided to stick with it during the long wait for the second Ab Fab special.

I suppose, even though I can geek it up with the best of them, my elevated expectations (a tad more sophistication and characterisation to accompany the rip-roaring plot) were always going to be dashed.