Torchwood must be coming back, surely?

Wow! Wasn't the last episode of Torchwood fabulous?

John Barrowman complained about only having five episodes rather than 13 in the series, but I think it was a masterstroke of scheduling (and I very rarely say that) to show them every night this week, cleverly building up the tension to a brilliant finale.

Emotional, exciting, chilling, controversial, it was stirring stuff.

Russell T Davies was correct to mention Doctor Who in the script, but didn't really address the rather huge question of why he hadn't turned up to save the world. Being ashamed really doesn't cover it.

But what an exit Captain Jack made, beaming himself up into the sky! He's got to come back, surely?

Unlike Robin Hood (shame on you, BBC, for axeing it), Torchwood must continue, even if there's hardly any of the team left and Gwen will be off on maternity leave. At least they can recruit Lois Habiba, the only person alive able to put in hard contact lenses for the first time without her eyes watering. Now that's hard.

She's played by the even-more-wonderfully named Cush Jumbo, not that I was able to ascertain that from the credits which raced by at the speed of light. Slow down, please!