It’s fascinating to see how a show treats its final ever episode. Some revel in nostalgia. Some look to the future. Some go big before they go home, while others try for a more intimate personal story to wrap things up.

In its final hour Misfits manages to tick almost off all of the above by reciting its greatest hits – time travel, violence, moving deaths, and enough crudity to fill a septic tank.

So far this series we’ve held off giving any episode of Misfits the full 5 stars. Partly because none of them have been perfect. Partly because we knew deep down in our tummyguts that there’d come an episode that would nudge just a head above the rest to truly deserve them. And guess what? Our tummyguts were right.

When Misfits ends two weeks from now, we’ll all likely have to go sit in a quiet room with a joke book, a rubber chicken, and a Morecambe & Wise VHS, in order to recalibrate our sense of humour. Because over the past five years Misfits has been dragging our idea of what’s funny steadily off course – like a magnet fucking a compass – to the point where taste and decency have fallen off the map.