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These are the shows I end up accidentally bingeing until 2 a.m., when I was absolutely only going to watch “one, maybe two, mate” before bed. They’re the ones that feel like cities you can walk around in – messy, overlapping, full of weird side streets and terrible lighting decisions that somehow work. Some of them are comfort pints, some are tactical gut-punches, but all of them have that “just one more episode” problem that kills any chance of a responsible bedtime. Basically: the stuff I put on when the tram’s been delayed twice, the match was a nil-nil slog, and I need something smart enough to chew on but daft enough to keep me company while I overthink street layouts.