Go on, have a look at it now - those hands to the side of the head look like long, droopy ears and the shape of the face is more dog-like than human.

What does that have to do with this documentary? Nothing at all, I just thought it was interesting - and now you're never going to be able to look at that painting without seeing the dog.

As for the documentary, it's quite an interesting take on the theft - and told by the thief himself.

Norwegian footballer Pal Enger stole The Scream in 1994 - on his second attempt. The first saw him reach through the art gallery window and mistakenly steal the one next to it.

That didn't dissuade him; while in prison for that theft, he plotted how to make off with The Scream while everyone else - including the police - were distracted by the opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics in Lillehammer.

Enger is an engaging narrator and one who is well aware of the faintly inept nature of his robberies.

He's also aware of the ineptitude of the art gallery security; where he just had to break a window, walk a few feet and lift The Scream off the wall.

It's pretty handy being a well-known TV celebrity because you can sell a show featuring yourself and someone, somewhere, will likely give you money to make it.

That seems to be the case with Jeremy Clarkson and this show, where we get to follow his efforts to turn a whole lot of countryside into a farm.

It's not hard to imagine that the show was pitched to help offset the cost of buying the land in the first place, thereby making a profit before the farm is even up and running.

The version of Clarkson we get here is the dialled-down version; the ever-so-slightly prickly character. Though not so prickly that the viewer is turned off.

We don't get to see the other Clarkson, the cranky brutish one that readily connects with that vein of older white men who are unhappy with the way society is changing. You know, the type who rail about "political correctness" because it stops them from ridiculing foreigners and women.

As a show, it's decent enough. But it's also hard to shake the feeling that you're being manipulated. That Clarkson is out to soften his image.

If you're going to move somewhere, a town named Rotten is probably telling you not to go there.

Pity Lucia Salinger didn't take that advice. Would have saved her and her daughter from finding a dead body in the mountains of Austria and living in a spooky, creepy place.

The family ends up there because the air is better for their daughter's asthma and it is her husband's home town.

It's also a place that has seen better days, and it comes with a damaged neighbour and a ghost who turns up every now and then.

There is a gothic noir feel to the series, which is a little spooky and a little scary.