Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip

Anyone who knows me at all knows I love Aaron Sorkin. Not carnally obviously but with a deep-seated reverence and awe befitting his planet sized writing talent. I'm not blind to his faults, I know all his characters speak with the same voice and he can be a little smug but to be blunt who the hell cares? The West Wing makes me glad to live on a planet where something can be written that is so intelligent, funny and politically astute. News Night makes me cry with laughter and want to go hug all my friends. Sorkin creates characters you care about, daring and passionate, eloquent, sassy and noble. I want him to write my life, some times I think he does.

The point of this slightly queasy fan boy outpouring is I've just watched the third episode of his new show. Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip started good, got better and is now barrelling along full throttle like some crazy, runaway whirligig juggernaut of titanic entertainment. Witty dialogue. Check. Off the chart smarts. Check. Bravura camera work. Check. Foxy female leads. Check. Chandler and Josh. You betcha sweet ass. It is utterly wonderful. So here's a quick public service broadcast from Troubadour Towers

'People of the UK, you heard it here first - this is the next big thing, this is what you'll be talking about 'cross the water cooler in 2007'.

Now at last we can forget we ever cared what those polar bears are doing on that stupid island.