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There She Goes episode 5, review

David Tennant convincingly goes against type as an ugly, unfunny drunk.

There She Goes is a triumph, itch-lousy with one-liners, heartache, bathos, curses and much spilt milk, as far from mawkish as, say, David Sedaris is from the language of Hallmark cards.

Shaun Pye's new sitcom exploring his own experiences/trials with his daughter, born with an undiagnosed chromosomal disorder, was gutsily and refreshingly honest, as befits someone who writes for Frankie Boyle (he was also Ricky Gervais's thespy nemesis in Extras). His lines, as delivered by David Tennant and Jessica Hynes - we all knew Tennant could do comedy; few suspected Hynes could do serious: she's a revelation - manage to be both bitter, frustrated, loving to the ends of the Earth and very and occasionally filthily funny. Tennant's Simon can't smack Rosie (Miley Locke), though she is battering an endless hole in the wall with the door handle - seriously, determinedly, rhythmically; it's better than most X-Factor finals. He takes it out on her favourite toy, a hippo, and, my, there's anger there, the beseeching "be normal" anger of a parent of course but, given Rosie's problems, it's like watching an overtuned Stradivarius, one ratchet suddenly turned too tight, and everything will collapse in a welter of discord and broken spruce.

They survive. As people do. They seek advice: most of it, as ever, simplistic and blindingly obvious, to the extent that one sometimes wonders whether the authorities are actually pleased that families might have brains of their own, or are in fact repelled by the very concept. It's a glorious watch.