Counting down the best of Bluey

I don't begrudge it - in fact I think it's great that an Australian-made series has been so very successful - nor do I think it's misplaced. I just don't get it.

I've sat down and watched a few episodes and thought it was alright, but never felt the need to tune in again - unlike so many other adults.

So it's a safe bet that I won't be watching on Sunday as they count down the top 100 episodes as voted by the public.

But I'm sure that plenty of other people will. Especially the young ones, whose parents can plonk them down in front of this Bluey marathon and go back to bed for a few more hours sleep on a Sunday morning.

The premiere of a new season of Big Brother totally caught me by surprise - I wasn't aware such a thing was in the pipeline.

Granted, I'm far from their target market but I would have expected to see something promoting the new season.

Perhaps I'm not alone; going on the low ratings in its first week an awful lot of people didn't know it was coming.

The ratings were so bad the network decided this week to push its start time back an hour in the hope that some more people will start watching.

Of even more concern for Channel 7 is the rejigging of Big Brother has alienated those who were fans of the franchise.

It's now called Big Brother: House of Love and looks like an indoor version of Love Island, with a bunch of largely white buff blokes walking around shirtless as often as possible and women who seems to be in some undeclared contest to wear the skimpiest outfit.

The entire focus of the series now seems to be trying to hook up with another housemate.

In years gone by there was far more diversity in the cast, which allowed viewers to find someone with whom they identified.

Now, with a bunch of vain Instagram influencers on board the whole tone has changed - instead of finding someone you like, you just end up hating them all.

It may be understandable that Channel 7 looked to breath new life into the Big Brother concept, which had really lost people's attention years ago.

But what they've turned it into is only likely to lose whatever audience they had.

What is it with TV drama that it assumes all police detectives are drug-addicted, tortured individuals with a dark past?

Sure, they'd see some bad things in their line of work but the insistence on painting them as supremely messed-up people is getting a bit tired.

The latest in this format is Adam Kruk, a Polish detective who spends part of the first episode walking around with a neck brace (the reason is never explained) and popping pain medication.

In a huge plot contrivance, he's sent to his home town to bust a cigarette-smuggling racket - the very same town that houses something from his dark past.