Sherlock: 'Brainy is the new sexy.'

Sherlock is the best thing on British television in the last 10 years at least. This is a fact. Imagine my unbridled joy when I discover that with fuddled heed and broken body, sprawled on my couch on the first day of the new year, Sherlock would be there like a welcome can of Irn Bru.

And jings that cliff hanger last series was beyond gripping but it's conclusion did cross the line into the daft. 'Staying Alive' as a ring tone? Since we're on it, I'll get my gripes out of the way first. So death by boomerang? Come on. But these are tiny, extremely minor criticisms in what was otherwise an excellent episode.

As we begin the series, Doctor Watson's blog has made the duo a bit of an internet phenomenon but will their new found fame bring more unwanted attention? Yeah, probs. John and Sherlock's relationship has also developed into a kind of friendship, they have a laugh, exchange knowing looks and private jokes but of course Sherlock remains as unsolvable as a Rubiks Cube (okay, technically Rubiks Cubes are solvable but they're tricky buggers). It seems, however, that Sherlock has softened since we last saw him, showing uncharacteristic kindness and care Mrs. Hudson in particular and now he's even gone and fallen in love. Sort of. Weird, eh?

Yes, Miss Irene Adler (Lara Pulver), Conan Doyle's intellectual match for Sherlock, makes her first appearance and flipping heck, what an appearance. In this incarnation she is a dominatrix, known to the wealthy, important and famous merely as 'The Woman'. She manages to procure all kinds of secret documents and scandalous photographs from her clients because she 'knows what they like'.

Sherlock and John are summoned by Mycroft to Buckingham Palace and charged with the safe return of compromising photographs from Miss Adler from a mystery client (who could it be?). Sherlock arrives wearing only a sheet, refusing to dress until he is told who his client is (it's Buckingham Palace, love and you're Sherlock Holmes, have a guess), long story short we get a glimpse of Cumber-bum. Lovely.

Miss Adler seems to best Sherlock at every turn and he is impressed and intrigued by someone as clever as he is and of course it helps that she's a bit sexy too. I won't give the plot away but I will say this, FUCKING WOW. So if you haven't watched it yet, get on it.

As always Cumberbatch and Freeman are brilliant but the Star of the Fucking Show this week goes to Mark Gatiss's Mycroft. Elegant, precise and dry as ever, the way he moves, the way he seems to carefully select his words, it's all very near perfect. I hope to be seeing a lot more of Mycroft Holmes as the series continues.

Moffat's writing is excellent as per, with my favourite line delivered by Miss Adler, 'Look at those cheekbones. I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?' His plot is intricately woven and so fiendishly clever, after all, 'brainy is the new sexy.' Welcome back Sherlock.

The NTAs? Pft.

So lads and lassies, the awards season is once again upon us with Ant and Dec picking up gongs in every awards show (did you see they were nominated for Best Geordie Duo Who've Seen Films this year in the Oscars? True fact). Last week it was the National Television Awards, an evening of pure daft decisions and undeserving winners (yeah, okay, so next year I'll vote). Clearly I have my own ideas of who should win what, that's why this year I've decided to create my own awards. So, ladies and gentlemen, without further a-do, I give you The Suzies!

*Rapturous applause, whoops and wolf whistles*

Ah, you're too kind! The first category to be awarded is, Best Show About Life and the winner is.... da da-da da da da da DA! One Born Every Minute. You've heard me harp on about how much I love it already, the lovely old-school midwives, the biscuit-munching-no-nonsense-receptionist, the labouring women, the helpless partners and the miscellaneous tag-alongs. The programme has heart and a sense of distance that makes it less obtrusive than other documentaries. The new series is shaping up to be just as good, introducing us to such gems as the unusual first-time dad Ralph. Much much more of the same please, Channel 4!

On now to the award for Proper Best Soap and in their monumental 50th year the winner is Corrie! Yes, CORRIE! Amazingly, Eastenders managed to take the award at the NTAs; voting public, what were you thinking?! Apart from anything else, when comparing the live episodes, Corrie wins hands-down. The acting was flawless (Fizz's over-egged labour aside) and there were no fluffed lines that I could see, unlike Easties, where Jack Branning stumbled over his words like an overly nervous 13 year old in a high school production of Oliver! The effects were a million times better, no unconvincing falls here, but fire and explosions and collapsing buildings all timed perfectly and realistically executed. Yeah, there was no big reveal like Easties' 'Who killed Archie story line?' (it was Stacey, remember? I'd forgotten too because we found out and then ball-all happened) but it was so packed with dramatic moments and who's-gonna-die? teasers that it didn't matter. RITA'S NOT IN TOWN! SHE BURIED UNDER THE PENNY SWEETS!!!! And another thing, Corrie's comedy is brilliant, sharp, well written and believable. Eastie's doesn't do believable comedy well; it's clumsy, embarrassing and NOT FUNNY. Corrie has Graham and Easties has Fat Boy. 'Nuff said.

Our third award of the evening is for Best Business-Person Programme and, quite predictibally, this award goes to the Apprentice. Oh, it was good. It was really fucking good. It brought us bizarre characters form the land of business who bickered/huffed/crashed/bullied/ambled/bullshitted their way through a series of ridiculous tasks. Who could forget the monumentally pointless DVD task? 'Would you like a DVD of yourself arsing about in front of a blue screen for a couple of minutes?' Answer, 'No.' Fair enough. Or what about the Bakery task? 'We know you asked for a thousand rolls, but we made you eighteen, would that do you?' Answer, 'No.' Understandable. But surely the King of tasks this series was the Tour Guide task. 'Would you like to join me in a lack-luster chorus of 'Knees up Mother Brown?'' Answer, *SILENCE*. 'And it's known as the gherkin because it's shaped like a gherkin.' Thanks for clearing that mystery up for me Jamie, I had always wondered...

This brings me on rather neatly to the Suzie for He/She is Something Else. Of course the winner is Stuart Baggs 'the Brand'. I could justify this category by simply listing but a few of his astonishing quotes so I will.
'Everything I touch turns to sold.'
'Das is wunderbar!'
'Why not? I'm alive. There's so many people that aren't alive, or have died unfortunately, now I'm alive and that's a gift frankly.'
'I need to reign in my extreme masculinity.'
'I'm not a one trick pony, I'm not a ten trick pony, I've got a field of ponies waiting to run towards this.'
'How good are we, that even when we’re shit, we still win?'
Etc. Etc. Just wow.

Up next is the Don't call it a Comeback award which goes to Doctor Who. After the departure of Russell T. Davis as executive producer, who took with him a number of well-loved characters and put them to bed, Steven Moffat stepped in to fill his shoes. No one was worried by this transition, after all, Moffat had previously written some of the best Doctor Who episodes, including 'Forest of the Dead/Silence in the Library', 'the Doctor Dances' and the terrifying 'Blink'. So rather than being anxious, I was excited to see where Moffat would take the Doctor and how his new companion, Amy Pond, would fit into the Doctor's world. The writing was genius, with excellent inventions such as the 'very old and very kind' Star Whale, the return of the Weeping Angels and the popping up of historical figures like Winston Churchill and Vincent Vangough. Sci-fi, it may be but Doctor Who as always covers universal themes of love, loyalty, power, despair and so on with incredible pathos and heart while still maintaining a joyous sense of adventure and of humour. Matt Smith and Karen Gillan are an excellent team and the next series should prove interesting as it sees the Doctor travelling with a married couple. I literally cannot wait, but I'm not sure what can top a flying shark, let's find out.

The final award of the evening is the Suzie for The Barriest Thing on Telly This Year. And the award goes to *drum roll* Sherlock. I fucking love Sherlock. Steven Moffat and Mark Gattis team up to create an updated version of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's maticulous 19th century detective. The Sherlock of the 21st century is brilliantly re-imagined as a highly functioning sociopath played by Benedict Cumberbatch, who is is pitch perfect and strangely attractive in the role. Martin Freeman plays his assistant Doctor John Watson, an injured military man adjusting to life as a civilian. Sherlock and John have an intreaguing relationship; they are reluctantly fond of each other until the finale of the three episodes when Sherlock reveals his hand when the two are faced with the mysterious villain Moriarti (who is just AWESOME). I won't reveal the plot for those who haven't seen it (have a word with yourselves) but the end of series cliff-hanger is so gripping that every time I think of it I get proper knots in my stomach, now writing this, I feel sick. I've had to come up with a method to block out the palpable terror that bubbles up in my gut: Oh, it's Flight of the Conchords singing a song they wrote for me called 'New Pens', while I draw spirals with the new pens and oh look, here come some puppies to climb on me and lick my face....

Further awards go to Peep Show for Most LOL's Per Minute, Big Brother gets the Cheerio! award and Charlie Brooker gets the Clever Trevor award for Newswipe, Screenwipe and You Have Been Watching.

So, thanks to everyone for coming out to the inaugural Suzies award show. Until next year, keep 'em square (your eyes, I mean. Catchy eh?). Cho!