It was quite apt that Pulling Special (BBC Three, Sunday, 17 May, 10pm) - the last ever Pulling ever, ever - should start with a series of bad sex snapshots. Pulling is based on it. Sex and relationships gone terribly wrong... a spiralling out of control made worse at every opportunity. With this last show however, I was once again reminded of just how irritating and stupid the BBC have been on this. Pulling is one of my favourite shows and given the chance to run on for a few more series, could've been as big a cult-smash as something like Peep Show. So, prematurely, Pulling has been pulled and, in this hour-long special, had some loose-ends to tie up, some split-ends to trim.

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The whole premise for Pulling was the complete breakdown and fall-out of Donna and Karl's relationship. Way back in episode one, series one, Donna called time on the wedding, the revelation manifesting drunk and in a bingo hall. From that point on, despite the carnage, the uncomfortable truths volleyed at us in rants and asides, the heart of Pulling was a love-story gone awry.

Naturally, this show couldn't get to conclusion by conventional means. We joined the disfunctionals 6 months after we last saw them... which of course, was in a right state.

This of course meant that the girls Had Moved On But Not Really Moved On At All. Karen was in a woeful mid '70s relationship, always destined for a violent blow-up, Louise was stuck with a simpering sort, prone to a gruesome blow-up and Donna, our anti-hero, was with some '80s yuppie type. Through all these, we were shown what the gals thought they wanted, but in reality didn't. This is one of the best tools in Pulling... the quest for what seems right, as opposed to what is actually best.

So, with that, we were faced with a series of hilariously brilliant and toe-curling moments, featuring a suicide from a hot air balloon, bad sex on a pile of money and torture. Of course, it was Karen who was responsible for the ultra-violence, which I wish I could convey... instead, look at this picture.

Yep. That's a man with 'fatty mince' on his head, tampons in his ears and rammed into his mouth, clothes pegs on his nipples, waxed scrote, covered in flour, eggs and tomatoes... oh... and Mini Babybel stuck up his arse.

There was one drawback in the show... and it was something that I'd imagined it would do from the off. Basically: Did Donna and Karl...? It was always likely that we weren't going to be told... and we weren't. We were left with an ambiguous ending with our two star-cross fuck ups in the airport, not quite getting around to telling each other what they really felt.

In a way, it's rather apt. This pair have been utterly hopeless in affairs of the heart, so it's only right that we walk away from the show presuming that they'll carry on that way forever and ever, amen. Sadly, that's not what I wanted. I would've loved to see them, in essence, say "fuck it" and just get lost in a bit, soppy, romantic embrace. Sure, it would've been hackneyed, but the series close really demanded it. As a result, I felt a little short changed.

Was it goodbye? Was it a happy ending? No-one knows for certain and fans of the show will no doubt theorise on the outcome until the cows get ground to hamburger. Whatever the outcome, the simple fact is that we've all lost one of the best comedy shows ever aired and that's a depressing thought. This final episode didn't exactly go out with a bang, but it did show BBC Three some much needed class. A great show that faded to black...