hopeless heroin addicts that feature amongst its cast of characters and think 'I know what it's like - you've got skag and I've got The Wire.'

Not that it's all bad – my wife is as pathetically dependent on the show as I am. We're like one of those degenerate couples you see living under a bridge, bonded by their mutual love of extra strength cider. Only instead of Diamond White, we've got a stack of DVD box-sets.

This week we watched the last ever episode together. It was brilliant and sad and moving. And as the closing credits rolled we looked into each other's eyes and wondered 'Where does this marriage go from here?'

Hopefully, she'll grow to love Mario Kart as much as I do.