Hands up - You're surrounded by armed bastards

Chuffin' Nora!

Did ANYONE see that little lot coming?! Ashes To Ashes finished on Friday with a jaw-dropping finale in which... *sob* the Audi Quattro got killed. (Trembling lip here. Snuffle.)

Nuts to Lost - this was an epic bit of finale television. Unless you've seen it (or it's predecessor, Life On Mars) it's about a detective who (for Alex Drake at least) got shot and wakes up in the early '80s. If the nostalgia didn't do it for you, the time-travel bit didn't either, then surely the brilliant, arsey, sexist, grumpy, beligerent Gene Hunt must have.

Long story short (look away now if you haven't seen it yet!)... Alex is dead. Only she didn't know it. Jim was... er... an emissary of the devil(?) Sent to tempt Gene's crew to hell, Gene's loyal team were all in fact from different era's and were also all dead (but didn't know it), Gene hinself could be St Peter, helping lost souls to cross over, except maybe the barman at the ghostly boozer get's that title. Gene's also dead (shot in the face as a young PC) and buried on a hill, but it seems he's there to... help... people cross over. Alex and Sam Tyler before her weren't dead, but dying. Did I miss anything?

I'm really going to miss that show...

DI Alex Drake: You're taller than I imagined.
DCI Gene Hunt: I'm bigger in every department.

(More Motown tonight - The Four Tops, "I Got A Feeling")

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