I really love dinosaurs. I think if I was a million years younger, I’d kiss one. I don’t know their names or class my self as any sort of dinogeek, but as long as it’s a bigcoolasarous with sharp teeth and a bounding step, I’m sold.

This is why Walking With Dinosaurs – the BBC’s groundbreaking dinosaur documentary – is one of my favourite ever shows and why Jurassic Park remains one of my most-lovedfilms. Dinosaurs have got a hold on me, and I’m happy to rest in their scaly claws.

So imagine my delight when Planet Dinosaur came bounding onto our screens this week, transporting me back to a dusty CGI land of savage battles and gently-narrated stories of jurassic life.

In truth, it's essentially Walking With Dinosaurs II: This Time It’s Personal (And Looks Cooler) but for anyone interested in the continuing saga of dinosaur discovery, then it’s a must-see, being both slicker and more elgeant than its predecessors.

And if you think you’d like the sound of John Hurt’s silken voice booming over some prehistoric dubstep whilst two giant lizards have a lovers' tiff, then you should also tune in.

Impressing an audience of tweed jacket-wearing professors looking to see their PhDs come to life as well as nine-year-old rascals who want to see blood spray from the neck of a T-Rex is a difficult balance to achieve. As a result episodes become a curious mix of documentary and B-Movie – muddled messes of facts and fights.

But when it comes to television dinosaurs, I think most of us are happy to overlook structural mistakes and dismiss the ‘maybe’ factor in order to slip into a beautifully-envisioned world: a world of sweeping landscapes and singing sky creatures, of beating sun and....THAT MASSIVE DINOSAUR CHASING YOU, AHHHHHH, RUN!