The first series was artistic, poignant. It hurt, deep down. There was a bleakness, a coldness to it which pervaded all the senses. It was uncomfortable watching it. I was uneasy, tense, on the edge of my seat, wanting to know. No. Needing to know. What would happen next?
The second series opens with fart jokes. Same actors. Same characters. A whole new tone. A diluted version of stark and confused brilliance.
It's the most bizarre sensation.
On a similar but other tack, knowing that both Dean Andrews and Marshall Lancaster can sing - that John can also sing and play guitar - and Phil can be Phil - does anybody else really want a scene in the second series of Life on Mars where they have to pretend to be in a band?