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A MAN walks into the Repair Shop tonight and asks them to fix his Range Rover. It's 54 years old and somewhat shabby.

And how do they respond to his request? Do they politely point out that he's got the wrong show, that he needs to take it to the guys on Car SOS or Bangers & Cash or the lesser known series Please Fix My Somewhat Shabby 54-Year Old Range Rover?

They do not. But there's a very good reason for that. The very good reason is that this Range Rover isn't a real one. Or at least not a real one in the sense that he could actually drive it. Not unless he were really, really tiny, like one of the Borrowers or Richard Hammond. And even then he'd struggle to get very far, on account of this Range Rover having no engine.

All of which is my roundabout way of saying it's a model. A trophy, to be precise. To be honest, I don't really know why I've bothered to imply otherwise, bearing in mind it's there in the picture above, proudly posing with repairers Sonnaz Nooranvary and Charlotte Abbott, plus the man who's brought it in.

Back in the early 70s, at the age of 21, Mike Webb was part of a military team who drove two new Range Rovers all the way from Alaska to Cape Horn, a distance of 18,000 miles. This included Darien Gap, which is a place, not one of Mike's team mates - specifically, a 250-mile area of jungle, swamp and mountains, splitting Panama and Colombia, which every previous vehicle expedition had apparently taken one look at and gone: "Naah, stuff that for a game of soldiers." Or words to that effect.

So, yes, the Range Rover people ended up giving trooper Mike this trophy to say well done. And now the trophy is showing its age.

Not as much, mind you, as the precious item bookbinder Chris Shaw is given to fix. It's a scrapbook dating back to 1917, packed with ancient newspaper reports on the legendary Dick Kerr Ladies, a groundbreaking women's football side made up of workers from a Preston munitions factory.

"That legacy needs preserving, Chris," says Gail, who's brought it in. "And that's where you come in."

Chris looks slightly terrified, I have to say. Of the daunting task with which he's been entrusted, I mean, not of Gail.

This new US spy thriller is all about a man whose brain has been hacked. Alexander Hale (Simu Liu) is an intelligence analyst, working for an agency called the Orphanage, so when he finds out that snoopers have even able to hear everything he hears and see everything he sees, it obviously leaves him in a terrifying predicament. Hopelessly compromised and fearing for his future, how on earth can Alex stop these hackers tuning into his head? I guess it depends on whether they also get to smell everything he smells. If they do, I suggest he wears the same pair of socks for a couple of months.

Nearing the end of his adventure, Ben takes a trip to Shenzhen, a densely populated, high-tech metropolis often referred to as China's Silicon Valley. Here he gets to witness the speed of the country's technological advance. He's particularly wowed by a nighttime drone display (is it just me or is the very idea quite disturbing?) and by the sight of the city's skyscrapers blazing into life, lit by 40 million LEDs. Yes, 40 million. That's a lot, isn't it? If you bought 40 million LEDs at B&Q, you'd be looking at something like 60 million quid. Assuming they had that many in stock, that is.