Monday, 7.30pm, Nine It’s no longer on three times a week but The Voice seems to be making up for it by stretching our patience for two hours at a time in these live shows. It’s not the often brilliant performances that drag, it’s the interminable catch-ups about the contestant’s journeys and the equally endless ads that make The Voice finals marathons of endurance. Still, how good was Delta Goodrem’s duet with Gurrumul and the Sydney Symphony last week? And who do you fancy to take the honours? Will it be the smoky-voiced Miss Murphy? Golden-tonsilled stutterer Harrison Craig? Funky old Steve Clisby or family man Michael Stanger? I can’t remember a field as strong as this in any previous talent quest. taking the pill to make that dream impossible. Nick doesn’t want a big party, but it seems as if a big surprise is in the wings. Or in the drawer. The success of Rafters, one of our most enduring family sagas, reminds me of a Joni Mitchell lyric from Refuge of the Roads. ‘‘ He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified,’’ she sings. That’s what Rafters does. It affirms us, it knows who we are and it brings us back upon ourselves as entertainment. No mean feat. a prison in Buckinghamshire that houses some of the most dangerous criminals in Britain: murderers, rapists, gangsters and pedophiles. Are we meant to be frightened out of the life of crime we were considering? Perhaps our presence here — via unseen yet obviously intrusive camera crews — is simply observational, voyeuristic. Some of the prisoners here are on their fifth sentence, and all are under 21 years old. So enter, if you think you should, the toughest prison in Britain.