When critics heard that Charlie Brooker had become a father there was talk of him becoming more sentimental. Going soft. That certainly doesn’t seem to be the case if the seasonal, sinister and sour Black Mirror: White Christmas is any guide.

At times while watching this it almost feels as if he is more poisonous, more nasty and, in particular, more cynical than ever about the potential for technology to take us over and screw us up.