We have our little tussles here at Radio Times. Why, just the other day I got into a fist fight in the car park with our editor over his insistence that he doesn't like reviews of the year. As you can tell, I won, because this is my review of the year.
And during the past few months my deputy David Butcher and I have been pinching each other and making each other cry over Roger and Val Have Just Got In.
Yes, even though it went out on BBC2 in September, we are still sniping; DB thinks it was funny and deep and oh-so-moving; I think it was unfunny, pretentious, under-written and absolutely bloody infuriating and why can't he see that IT DIDN'T CONTAIN A SINGLE HUMOROUS MOMENT.
(Could someone fetch me a glass of water, I think I might be frothing at the mouth.)
Roger and Val Have Just Got In starred Alfred Molina and Dawn French as a married couple and every week we'd see them engaged in domestic tasks, like clearing out drawers and picking each other's noses, or something. It was the flag-bearer for a disturbing 2010 BBC2 trend, that of the Not Funny Comedy.
There was Rev, which admittedly was sweet and Tom Hollander was cute as the well-meaning inner-city vicar and I loved Simon McBurney as the sinister archdeacon. But funny? No.
Similarly Whites, starring Alan Davies as an angry chef, was as amusing as soggy pastry. And the enormously divisive The Trip (which I liked) was seen by many as a pointless odyssey of self-indulgence for its stars Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon. But, we are told, this is BBC2's comedy direction, so I suppose we should get used to it. Oh dear.
It might seem mean to start a review on such a bum note, but this was a trend that was impossible to ignore. Still, never mind, because there was a lot to celebrate.
Downton Abbey took off to become the best-loved drama of the year, with a life outside its Sunday-night slot on ITV1. A supermarket even credits the "Downton effect" for being responsible for the increase in sales of cucumbers. Apparently we are now all mad for afternoon tea. (Yes, it sounds like a fancy piece of PR footwork to me, too.)
I don't know if there was a "Sherlock effect", though I think I read that it increased the sale of men's greatcoats, but Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss's update won legions of fans with a mere three episodes and, I hope, sent Conan Doyle neophytes directly to the original stories.
But my greatest joys, apart from Mad Men (BBC4) of course, were towering Babels of tosh: the last-ever series of Mistresses (BBC1) and the remake of Bouquet of Barbed Wire (ITV1).
Both left me feeling as if I'd eaten far too much cinder toffee - terribly queasy and with sticky teeth. Both were so wrong that they were right. Bouquet of Barbed Wire was the more bonkers of the two, with Trevor Eve emoting his socks off as a pervy dad whose love for his tiresomely flighty daughter was just not right. As for Mistresses, let's just say it made even Bristol Temple Meads railway station look sexy.
Elsewhere I started a passionate love affair with the grimy US cop show Southland (More4) and - a bit of a personal triumph, this one - I FINALLY, after Lord knows how many years of trying, actually got Seth Macfarlane's filthy, nasty, subverted-Simpsons cartoon series Family Guy, thanks to BBC3's continuous carpet-bombing. Now I love it to tiny pieces, even though, at times, I hate myself for doing so (there are bits that are oh so very, very wrong).
And while everyone else in the world spent most of 2010 sex-texting strangers, I led a sheltered life preferring to spend my time watching and enjoying The Prisoner, while Inside John Lewis (BBC2), Coppers (C4) and Mark Gatiss's History of Horror (BBC4) were my favourite documentaries. And that's your lot for 2010. See you in 2011. Merry Christmas!