The show of the moment, the only one that grips me tightly and drags me on a difficult and confusing ride to a place I'm not sure even exists, is 'The Affair'.
In times of awful world crisis, when the vile, the arrogant and the ignorant prevail, I like to turn to the imagined decency of Great Britain to distract myself from reality.
Mostly, I know the Chatham Islands as that place that suddenly jerks your attention away from sweet reverie and reminds you you have tried but failed to listen to the Dunedin weather forecast on RNZ.
Drama-thriller series Mr Robot had been bubbling away recently as the topic of morning conversation among the cool kids in the Otago Daily Times newsroom.
New Zealand's criminal classes are being thoroughly mined for dramatic inspiration this year, with the latest effort, Dirty Laundry, featuring a suburban money launderer as its anti-hero.
TVNZ'S initially confusing Duke channel, described as a male-skewed channel when it began broadcasting earlier this year, is beginning to offer some good stuff.
Two strange and quite unrelated British comedies have taken our attention this month: one well-known, at least to those of a certain age, and one perhaps not well-known enough.