April 2008 Archives

Another week, another BBC3 comedy attempt.

This time it's Scallywagga', a sketch show format which is desperately trying to get down wiv da yoof!

It's no high-brow comedy effort, that's for sure, and some of it isn't funny in the slightest. However, there are one or two pieces which show there may be potential in Scallywagga.

All we have to do now is pray that if it does develop and doesn't become as unfunny as Little Miss Jocelyn...

(And no, we don't understand why they need an apostrophe either)

If Carlsberg made beer commercials, they'd probably be the Hoffmeister adverts rather than than the annoying dross they chuck out at the moment.

See, give me the bear over any blokes frozen to the spot after drinking cider any day.

Follow the bear!

It's not often you say 'thank the Lord for BBC3', but when they're showing Family Guy every single night then giggety, giggety gig-ge-ty I sure do love BBC3.

I was amazed to hear the other day that quite a few of my friends had never seen Family Guy.

I'm horrified - Jerry Springer's heavy has got his own show.

Yep, that's right. The big baldy bloke is now a chat show host, and not a very good one either. He obviously trained at the same shout at the guests school as Jeremy Kyle.

At this rate they'll be making Amanda Holden a talent show judge. Oh, hang on.

While the squares were watching Anthea Turner make Tracy Island out of bog roll tubes, the rest of us were busy delighting in the magical world of Knightmare.

Despite the show seemingly being nothing more than a lad wearing a bucket on his head walking row some computer-generated rooms, Knightmare became a cult classic.

For anyone who missed it here is Britain's Got Talent's latest moment of freak-show genius.

It's like watching a car accident. You don't want to look but you feel compelled to.

They may be Sky's poorer cousins, but Setanta are getting one thing on the button - their boxing coverage.

The Calzaghe v Hopkins fight was another sign that Setanta are starting to turn the corner after some shaky sporting shows.

Good, concise build-up with relevant, informative pundits will always win the day ahead of building a fight up into something it's not as Rupert Murdoch's boys often do with every fight, be it a world title unification bout at Madison Square Garden or two glorified pub brawlers slugging it out at Dudley Town Hall.

I dragged myself off the sofa last night, but I'm not proud of it.

It was the first night of Dancing on Ice last night and with Mrs Me being an avid fan of the TV skating show, I knew better than to disappoint a heavily pregnant lady with the 'why would I want to watch men in spangly leotards' line.

So off we went to an NIA full of women who should know better screaming at 'celebs' who should do better.

But the strangest thing of all was - and whisper it quietly - that I actually quite enjoyed it.

If a tree man falls in the woods alone, will anyone hear him?

I'm still waiting to find out thanks to whoever led to the power cut at 8.50pm last night which meant I missed out on half-man, half-tree.

I'm justing keeping everything crossed it's on Virgin's catch-up service.

OK, so it might be a spoof, but there's a lot of truth in Mitchell and Webb's fake documentary above.

Channel four and five (and even the BBC's One Life) have been awash with these modern-day circus freakshows for quite some time.

But the worrying thing is that you just can't help watching them.