Since the ancient past of 2011 Charlie Brooker has been steering a ship duct-taped together from old phones playing nihilistic looping videos into our eyes. It's sometimes pure horror, sometimes wildly optimistic, always fairly funny and beautifully cast. At some point it got massive and he took it from UK's Channel 4 to the world's Netflix - ever since his ship is mostly crewed by A-listers and pulled punches. Sometimes it sails into self-indulgent waters but most of the time it still manages to be sharper and more terrible fun than most things on television. The best episodes are, for me, those with defiantly optimistic endings and that first ever episode disturbing me so much it still gives me the anxiety sweats which is a wild foundation on which to build a ship.