HOW we waited. How we were teased. A new Dr is big news. And new Dr Who (BBC1) who happens to be female is one giant step for womankind.

And so she arrived, lost and confused and out of her depth. But then so would you if you’d been travelling for a few light years, and lost your Tardis in the process. And who wouldn’t be discombobulated on finding themselves coming to life on a train, having transgendered - but even more baffling, wearing Peter Capaldi’s old clothes?

Still, Jodie Whittaker pulled it off. She had the energy and confidence to suggest that, on a good day at least, she could save as from those who wish to destroy the universe. Her frantic, manic confusion was somehow reassuring. Sure, she wasn’t let loose in a room with Michel Barnier but she proved to be highly skilled in negotiation with and the removal of a big ugly mirror image tooth fairy called Tim Shaw. (Good running gag, if slightly overplayed)

There were a few questions along the way however; not the script. Dr Who storylines have in recent years proved to be nonsensical and confusion.

No, the big question is of the dynamic between the new time travellers. The young people fit well, but Bradley Walsh Chasing around the universe? Mmm. Good actor. Very funny man. But isn’t he too old at 58 to be a sidekick? And he’s not the gag cracker in this series. As sure as the Daleks will return you just know the Dr will get the funniest lines.

And the other question is the new Doc’s outfit. Producers were bold enough to hire a female, yet why so keen to turn her out like Robin Williams- Mork and Mindy years

This woman has a serious job to do, of defying the ugliest creatures the prosthetics department can come up with and they can’t give her a sensible pair of Stella McCartney trousers or some Adidas trackie bottoms?

Still, amongst the story nonsense there wre some neat messages that parents and social development practitioners will love, about personal development, learning from mistakes and acceptance. “We can honour who we’ve been and choose who we want to be next,” she says. Wow. That’s encouraging stuff. Personally, I want to be Naomi Watts’ boyfriend. Thanks, Doctor.

I needed a doctor after watching the first episode of The Cry (BBC1). It was all about misery; eyes with dark shadows, sneering comments - the build up to a child going missing was neither dramatic nor compelling, largely because the principal characters were as likeable as a Strictly cheat.

You began to worry seriously what the couple, played by Jenna Coleman and Ewen Leslie ever saw in each other, given their remoteness and selfishness.

And there was the crying. The soundtrack continually featured a baby screaming. Now, when we hear a baby cry for the very first time it’s a thing of joy, heralding new life into the world. But when it takes up the best part of an opening drama, you really want to turn the telly down and watch on subtitles.

Yes, that was the intent of the producers; to reveal how a young mum could be driven to despair by the constant wailing.

But then Ep Two began to grow. We began to be caught up in the whodunnit? Was it the ex? Could it be the dad’s mother who snatched the baby from the car, who seemed to be too nice?

And what about this relationship between the Aussie detective and the ex? Conflict of interest?

Won’t spoil the ending, given many will want to catch it on iPlayer, but if you were put off by the crying on first watching be assured Part 2 will grab you by the koala nuts.

That can also be said of Mediterranean, (BBC2). Presenter Simon Reeve said recently he owed much of his television career to having “good hair and teeth.” This was a nice little self-deprecating line, but the truth his success owes much more to his nose.

Reeve, it has to be said, has a great nose for a story. The former newspaper post boy who once came up with a book about international terrorism seems to have a knack of landing in places where things are about to kick off.

This week, he travelled to Malta, which we all thought to be a sleepy little haven where the most demanding thing likely to happen would be forgetting to apply Factor Fifty on the first day.

Not a bit of it. Reeve revealed an island of dreams, if you are a Russian oligarch, a place where you can buy a passport for $1m, no questions asked, where money is laundered to the point it could pass the Daz challenge without question.

Reeve also ventured into the Maltese darkness to talk of the journalist who had been killed while chasing the dirty money trail. This presenter is telly gold.