These days it's not quite so bad, because there's often the chance of chasing things up on catch-up, but there's still moments when the choice of "what to watch" seems crucial. Last night, for instance, I watched the first half of Liverpool v. Borussia Dortmund. Yes, alright - as the inane commentators kept insisting - the atmosphere was potent, but after forty-five minutes Liverpool had let in two goals and it was time for Line of Duty. So I switched across, and missed one of the greatest comebacks since Istanbul - yes, also Liverpool, also European competition, also scoring unbelievable numbers of goals in a desperate second half. So I should have stayed where I was, particularly since Line of Duty - whisper it; I think Jed Mercurio is great - is not a patch on series 1 and 2. Too contrived, too familiar (Craig Parkinson, as another crooked policeman, again?), just missing the originality and edge that made it such a pleasure.