Now it's all over, what?

I will not be telling any of my many elderly readers anything new when I note how todays melt into yesterdays and tomorrows as age cruels and clouds our already deeply compromised percipience.

My ninth decade I vaguely remember as particularly dark and perplexing, as sickeningly troubling dreams merged and melded with a bleak and bitterly painful reality.

But in brief periods of lucidity, like this one, I know that yesterday for you, my recalcitrant and vacuous readers, is really my tomorrow, as this column is written on Sunday and published on Tuesday.

So those of you with any taste at all will already know the outcome of the last - the very last - episode of the best television programme so far developed.

Because you will have seen the grand final of Breaking Bad on SoHo.

But here I sit, still traumatised by the last seven chapters of a series that has seen characters and storylines sprawl and lurch into horror and desperation and violence.

Walter White, the science teacher who got cancer and began cooking methamphetamine to provide funds for his family after his death, is now beginning to kill them.

His partner in crime, Jesse Pinkman, is chained and tethered and forced to cook meth after being brutally beaten and having his girlfriend shot in front of him to make sure he does the bidding of the vicious Nazi criminals who have him kidnapped.

And we know Mr White is heading back to his Albuquerque home to do something, because we saw it in a flash-forward in episode one.

But what?

And now every character has been shown to be either completely spiritually corrupted or just deeply unlikeable, how can we find even the slightest amount of empathy for any of them?

Eh!?

And what will be left to stay alive for once BB is gone?

What!?

Well, I may stumble across Guts, the latest entertaining medical documentary fronted by Michael Mosley - this time on the digestive system.

It is part of a month of shows about food and health on BBC Knowledge, with specials on eating habits, fat British people, how to live longer (if you really want to), and the science of taste.

Guts takes us to the Science Museum of London.

There, live in front of hundreds of people who spend plenty of time screwing up their faces, Mosley swallows a tiny, and extremely cool, state-of-the-art camera-in-a-pill.

Because food takes three days to make its way through the system, Mosley drinks four litres of laxative to ''clear the way''.