You’ll no doubt be amazed to hear that there isn’t a Guinness World Record for ‘Number of sex acts performed in an hour of BBC Two drama’. If there were, tonight’s episode of Peaky Blinders would without doubt be the new world record holder; raising that Guinness certificate in one hand and triumphantly gripping its throbbing … >

We linger on a shot of a stag. A creature that is the symbol of power and Alpha-male ‘Lord of the Manor’ masculinity. And you know it’s about to die. Yep. BANG. A creature of majestic dominance in its natural surroundings is felled, all as an act of remembrance for Tommy’s dad, the deadbeat swindler … >

No dusty Nick Cave vocals this week. A lugubrious cover version of ‘Red Right Hand’ plays. The kind that John Lewis would use in a Christmas ad, if John Lewis sold cursed furniture, malevolent springs, and souls trapped in Kilner jars. Immediately you know that all isn’t well. Grace is dead. Tommy’s in mourning with … >

Remember kids, smoking isn’t cool. Smoking kills. That said, Cillian Murphy makes puffing on a death stick look like the coolest thing in the world. From the way he effortlessly slips it into his mouth (left side, then sliding it to the right), to the way he holds a fag-end as he faces everyone from … >

Unashamedly swaggering back into the Thursday night BBC Two drama slot that still has the cordite smell and police tape of Line of Duty hanging around it, you might think Peaky Blinders has big boots to fill. But Peaky Blinders doesn’t give a fuck about boots. It’s striding in, sitting down, taking off its razor-blade … >