After months that felt like years of the small screen in our little home stadium being colonised by ‘Normal People’, ‘Better Call Saul’, ‘Ozark’, ‘The Last Dance’ and re-runs of ‘Modern Family’ and ‘Friends’, I had issued a General Alert at the start of this week warning that, from Wednesday onwards, the collective would need to brace itself for an extended period of bingeing on a six-yard box set, a wholesale conversion to back of the Netflix.