A huge chunk of the credit for The Prisoner’s iconic status lies with Clough Ellis, yep, because Portmeirion is just stupidly pretty. But oh, it’s such a sustained amount of bonkersness. And that sinister quality, making the ordinary and mundane and even quite bright and perky-looking into something terrifying. And it does have an ending! Granted, an ending that’s still bizarre, but then it was never the kind of show that could be made to make neat and tidy ‘sense’ and still fit together. Have you ever seen the Western episode? Scariest thing in the entire world.

I know I’m going to get something chucked at me here, but I never quite got it with the Prisoner. It all looked very cool, but then that’s just Portmeirion, so nothing all that clever, and once I’d discovered that you never do find out what’s going on I just got bored. Though the bit where he gets chased by the big bouncy ball is quite good, thinking about it.

Actually, it’s a pretty awesome series. What’s more astonishing is that Mrs Rarg has become a willing accomplice in my war-watching. Either she’s suddenly revealed a hitherto denied fascination with military history, or it’s pregnancy hormones doing something disturbing and bizarre.