To everything there is a season – and in some cases seven. I have measured my life in the span of TV series, from La Law to Star Trek: Voyager through to Buffy and Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. They aren't necessarily the finest television – indeed "better" shows, such as Battlestar Galactica or The Killing, come along and absolutely captivate – but these reliable, week-in, week-out favourites refuse to be dislodged from our viewing habits. They remain the comfy, familiar jumper to the cashmere sweater (or, in The Killing's case, Faroe knit) of the more lauded shows. They are my comfort viewing.
When the world has been a bit rubbish – whether you've had a crap day at work or an atomic argument with your boyfriend