It’s so sad that Russell T. Davies series has this image of aggressively explicit male sexuality, which must have savagely reduced its audience. Resisting occasional twinges of distaste, I’ve stayed with it from the start , and loved it, partly because he’s always capable of just taking your breath away. In tonight’s episode, there’s a scene where Lance, tempted to go back with his new but dangerous boyfriend, thinks about just going home to bed. This strange wise woman – who turns out to be a dead, and therefore maybe an angel – gently questions whether he needs this extra pressure and excitement (which, it turns out, will be the cause of his death). Imaginative, sensitive, stunning – light years away from the jokey crude trailers which have so crudely established the identity of this series in the minds of potential viewers.