Alison Graham

Anne Reid as newly betrothed Celia has such a quiet-killer way of delivering a line; when her spineless twerp of a son-in-law gleefully explains the torrid sexual relationships in his latest book she fells him with, "Oh well, there we go." She might as well have shot him with a bow and arrow. Celia later explains to her fiancé, Alan: "He writes novels... they're nowt."

As Sally Wainwright's flinty romantic drama picks up pace, Celia and Alan (Derek Jacobi), reunited after 60 years, are planning an engagement party. Their respective families are still angry and baffled that the pair so suddenly decided to marry. Celia's unhappy daughter, who recently dabbled with lesbianism and who even more recently took back into her home the adulterous, novel-writing spineless twerp (the brilliant Tony Gardner), is particularly furious. But Celia and Alan don't care, they are too busy buying a sports car.

In her TV appearances RT columnist Sarah Millican comes across as the risqué auntie all the kids want to sit next to at Christmas dinner. She's a little bit naughty and a tiny bit filthy but somehow that warm Geordie accent means she doesn't frighten the relatives.

But in her live shows Millican can afford to be that bit more shocking than TV allows. Watch the faces of a delightfully scandalised audience in Chatterbox Live, which, when it was released as a DVD set an all-time DVD sales record for a female stand-up.

Though the set is of course skewed towards women, Millican has fun saying the unsayable and shocking the men. They don't seem to mind. So buckle up and join Millican as she extols the freedoms of living alone, her love of hamster squeezing and the breathtaking show-and-tell demanded by one of her friends.

Considering it's such a bleakly intimate comedy, Getting On attracts glittery attention. It's a favourite of Mad Men's Jon Hamm and, in the final episode, Oscar-winner Tilda Swinton has a wordless cameo as the assistant to a preposterously pretentious artist.

Swinton, barely recognisable with black hair, turns up on K2 ward with a bunch of kids doing an art project. Their teacher is a ludicrous bearded German who announces to his little group, "All human interraction is social sculpture." He then insists they pester the old ladies, adding, "Bodily fluids can also be part of the creative process", when one worries about her wee.

It's a lovely valedictory episode - hugely funny in parts, but brushed with sadness in others.

Writer Sally Wainwright has left behind the mean, crime-soaked streets of Manchester and Scott & Bailey to return to the kind of warm-hearted family turmoil she first explored in her hit series At Home with the Braithwaites.

Last Tango in Halifax is a rather sweet love story with, at its heart, an unconsummated romance that reaches back decades. Celia and Alan (Anne Reid and Derek Jacobi, both great) first knew each other as teenagers. But, after a misunderstanding, their burgeoning relationship collapsed and they married other people. Donkey's years later, when they're single once again, the pair re-establish contact through Facebook.

They both have grown-up families now, each member of which has a secret sorrow, or just a secret. There are times when Last Tango in Halifax will make you gasp in disbelief, but because the cast is so good and works so hard to make it all credible, you'll probably be won over.

Getting On doesn't heave with belly laughs, it's more about smiling in pained recognition at the small things about life and death and the NHS. But there's a proper gut-buster of a gag on K2 ward tonight involving a Christmas card competition among hospital staff for the kids' oncology ward and an unfortunate guinea pig on the terrible Dr Moore's icky pet project.

Moore (Vicki Pepperdine) is at her tin-eared worst when she tries to save her skin and later when she has to break some bad news. The woman is barely on nodding acquaintance with compassion and, as usual, she has to leave the tenderness to others. Well, I say "tenderness", but in the case of wily Sister Den (Joanna Scanlan) it's more a case of revising history.

Emmy winner Damian Lewis, the English actor with the most successful American accent since Hugh Laurie in House, is on the Ross sofa. Lewis is in demand after the role that lifted him to stardom, terrorist-in-the-making Nicholas Brody in Homeland. Maybe he can be tempted to demonstrate some Gangnam Style with fellow guest, South Korean rapper Psy, whose much parodied tune and silly dance have swept the globe.

Robbie Williams is tonight's big guest, and doubtless he'll dominate the sofa with that full-beam charm and laddishness he's so famous for. Or maybe now he's a dad he'll have become all sensible and possibly even a bit tired after those broken nights. We shall see.

Sharing the limelight in the studio will be Paul O'Grady, whose recent ITV1 series about cute abandoned canines, For the Love of Dogs, was a surprise ratings hit, and new Strictly Come Dancing judge, ballerina Darcey "Yah" Bussell will bring some poised glamour.

Nurse Kim and Sister Den (Jo Brand and Joanna Scanlan) attend a grim hospital meeting led by the perky Damaris designed to "cascade down" the hospital's energy-saving initiative.

Its leading exponent is lugubrious Mr Loftus, who makes it his business to empty rubbish into the correct bags and check that Ward K2 isn't wasting power now it has a meter. "We will be recording in ohms and wattage," he announces, pointlessly.

Thus Getting On gives us another perfectly bleak vignette, poking a stick at the rattling absurdities of health service bureaucracy. It doesn't shout messages, it's about the small things, and it's full of heart and humanity.

Fallout from last week's inquiry is inevitable, particularly when we saw Malcolm as we've never seen him before: hunted, on the run and lost for words. So, as the series ends, everyone at DoSac is feeling the pressure of the revelations into the Tickell debacle/tragedy.

Communications are clipped to nonexistent as the government's problems continue. In one last desperate throw of the dice, Malcolm (Peter Capaldi) sends shiny Dan Miller on a fact-finding mission.

Norton hosts a James Bond special tonight when 007 himself Daniel Craig, his boss Judi Dench ("M") and his latest adversary, Javier Bardem, make themselves comfortable on the sofa.

The trio star in the eagerly anticipated 23rd Bond movie, Skyfall, directed by Sam Mendes. A brief trailer released on the internet whetted appetites of Bond fans across the globe, and not just because it featured a brief shot of Bond in his trunks emerging slick from a swimming pool.

So there is much to talk about, and not just the film. Here's hoping we hear Craig talk about that unforgettable little moment back in the summer when Bond strode through the carpeted corridors of Buckingham Palace to escort his employer, the Queen, to the Olympic Games opening ceremony. For many her short greeting - "Good evening, Mr Bond" - was the highlight of a momentous evening.