Viewers who have suspected the existence of a covert and shadowy team working alongside OCS - a crack group of lighting designers, who secure all locations before the arrival of the detectives and transform them into dismal theatres of cruelty - were given conclusive proof in last night's programme, which included two scenes set in a discarded swimming pool (discarded buildings are a drug for the show, incidentally, but an economic drug for all that - last week the St Pancras Hotel provided sets for the killer's flat, the murder site and a Romanian hospital, all in a single episode).
In the first of these scenes the maniac was washed in a chilly daylight which illuminated every bleak, municipal tile. But by the time the boys in blue had arrived they needed torches - every skylight and window had been expertly blacked out apart from a gable oriel which let in a narrow, angled column of illumination. This was being chopped into fragments by one of those big ventilator fans, an indispensable style note for the modern serial killer. All this could have been the maniac's work - we had already seen the impressive son et lumiere of war footage which he had constructed in his hideout - but the scale of the job indicated a professional team.
Understandably everyone was fantastically gloomy by the end, having failed to prevent several more murders, but it's difficult to take their distress seriously when you know it could all be put right with four or five sunlamps and some tungsten uplighters. If I'm not mistaken the Director of Photography's name is David Ooo, which seems somehow appropriate.
They would like that name on Wogan's Web - a new daily daytime programme on BBC1 which further extends the franchise of the Lad from Limerick (I'm sorry about that alliteration but the tone of bantering frivolity is contagious, and that's just about the height of it).
This is essentially zoo-television for the Saga set - an unfair remark because Chris Evans wouldn't be doing the things he is doing without Wogan's radio example. Unfair or not, on television these devices - a noisily appreciative crew, on-screen producer figure, a simmering mutual wind- up between all those taking part - look as if they come in a direct line of descent from The Big Breakfast and TFI Friday.
There are guest spots, which allow Wogan to try his hand at such activities as barbershop harmony and tai-chi, but a good deal of the programme consists of him reading out jokey faxes from the already devoted viewers - viewers with names like Hugh Rinal and Mick Sturbs. Wogan is just the right man for the job - as relaxed as if transmission is already over and he's sinking a few in the green room - but if you're wondering how he keeps up the unceasing flow of talk listen closely for recycling. "Keep it down to a dull roar there," he said to his telephonists yesterday, a line which last appeared during Saturday night's Eurovision presentation, while a nice phrase about the sun "splitting the paving stones" made it in for the second successive day.Reuse content