Inspired by the success of Doctor Who, the BBC are launching an adventure series featuring his sidekick, the Boy Wonder: Robin Who.

In other news, if someone who creates a crossword is a setter, is the crossword itself a settee?

On Monday, following on from last year’s live remake of The Quatermass Experiment, BBC Four screened a new version of 1961’s A for Andromeda. I’m not going to be nice about it, so let’s start with the positives.

Tom Hardy was good in the lead role, although, as with Quatermass, he seemed a little young for the part – perhaps the idea of a middle-aged science fiction hero is too much even for BBC Four. I see from his IMDb entry that Hardy is no stranger to bad sci-fi, having played the Captain Picard Mini-Me villain in the dreadful Star Trek: Nemesis. Also in A for Andromeda was Jane Asher, who did this sort of thing in the superior Nigel Kneale play The Stone Tape in the 1970s. Her presence did allow me to relabel it I for I-slept-with-Paul-McCartney. (You probably had to be there.) Other positives… Nice to see the Beeb making science-fiction?

The negatives, then. It was a load of technobabble-ridden poppycock. For no apparent reason, a new satellite supercomputer snooping station was sharing a facility with some sort of biology laboratory (Asher: “The machine can produce any kind of tissue!” Me: “Used?”). This was particularly unfortunate as the combination of fantastic computer and life lab allowed a malevolent alien force a route to Earth, which Asher and the MoD (represented by David Haig from The Thin Blue Line, the best episode of Blake’s 7 and, yes, Doctor Who) seemed, bogglingly, quite happy to allow. There was also a geek who should’ve gone to SpecSavers, but he got killed early on as part of a not particularly relevant subplot – I’m not sure by whom as I was looking away at that moment, but it was probably Colin Stinton from Broken News to whom he’d been selling secrets (of the military rather than celebrity “I saw Jane Asher picking her nose” variety, I assume). Meanwhile, two months pass and Tom Hardy’s comedy beard and moustache combo doesn’t change a hair. Oh, and there’s a quick bit of obligatory sex.

The finale was very Quatermass too, and far worthier than a dramatic fight or, say, a laser gun battle. Instead, the alien was talked round and killed herself. Despite being less than a third of the original running time, it felt overlong, with padding posing as dramatic pauses. “Bringing it up-to-date” seemed to involve some jerky camerawork and mentioning e-mail.

I’ve saved the worst for last: throughout the whole production, a giant mirrorball, apparently made from aluminium foil, spun round and round in the middle of the set, as if to shout “Look, it’s science fiction! Science is shiny!” Most distracting.

My favourite line in the whole thing was:

Where there is intelligence there is Will,
and where there is Will there is ambition.

Ta. Shame the rest of it was a load of old boots.

For an alternative view, ask Millennium Elephant.

As we all know, it’s not about left and right these days, but nevertheless, here, thanks to BBC scheduling, is one simple question to sort the pinkos from the Francos.

At 9pm tonight, are you more likely to watch BBC One (To Kill a Burglar: The Tony Martin Story*) or BBC Two (The Plot Against Harold Wilson)?

*not Scotland

Marple has been suspended from ITV1 for four weeks, it was announced today. The Adjudication Panel of the Standards Board for Television took the action following a complaint from the Agatha Christie Society, which described the series as “deeply offensive”. The complaint cited Geraldine McEwan’s awful acting and a string of hammy guest actors.

A spokesman for ITV said the decision was disgraceful. “Millions of people tune in to Marple every week. If they don’t want to watch it, they can turn it off. The three members of the Adjudication Panel don’t even have TVs.”

The chairman of the panel, Colonel Masterson Grange, said it had decided on a ban because Geraldine McEwan had failed to apologise for her performance.

Midsomer Murders will take the role of Flagship Sunday Night Whodunit while Marple serves out the sentence.