Two hours of comedy and magic broadcast from the London Palladium to celebrate Prince Charles's seventieth birthday? Nothing wrong with that, of course, but I think somebody forgot that this is 2018 rather than 1958. Accordingly, we don't need some woman opening the show with a rendition of the national anthem and we don't need the Welsh Guards. What we need is what it said on the tin - comedy and magic.
The show started with various celebrities doing individual little bits to camera but, because there was no audience present, I did wonder where all the laughter was coming from. It was of course coming from a can. As if that were not bad enough, they were tacking canned laughs onto things which were simply not funny such as Martin Freeman turning to camera and saying "Hi, I'm Martin Freeman."
As I write these words, I've only watched the first seven minutes but it does seem to be a toe-curlingly grovelling affair.
Where's Catherine Tate when you need her?