Union Jack: Faith

"Before we start, I really need to do a poo."

Another Thursday, another episode, and we start with another splendid episode, which may begin with a slight variation of last week's "please don't sue us, Marvel" disclaimer but quickly segues into an impressively shot dream sequence for hungover Ken, at once erotic, dreamy and trippy. We then continue with another 27 minutes of likeable characters (Sam O'Hara Childs walks the line between sitcom humour and heroism superbly), good writing and witty lines. Who cares if this is low budget with limited locations, a small cast and no extras; this is solidly excellent viewing.

The plot advances a bit; the Baroness seduces Ken and vamps him at the end, erotically as vampires have ever since Bram Stoker sexualised them in the first place, with another trippy dream for good measure. And dialogue strongly hints that his mysterious blood condition is a family thing, the Farnsworths not being your normal family in many ways with their history of vampirism and penchant for massive pots of tea.

As per last time, though, the episode is nicely structured and full of wit. I loved the constant digs at Captain Britain, and the fact that Romany and Joe have the same debates over the correct pronunciation of "scone" as Mrs Llamastrangler and myself do. More top stuff. More please.