Cameron Borland

All aboard the Craiglang Express

The first genuinely great Scottish sitcom since the days of Para Handy.

As ever, the joy of Still Game is both in the writing and the cast. The characters are all so well defined and the interaction between them is, more often than not, verging on the hysterical. This is always the case when Naveed's shop comes into play. Arguably the scene of the best lines, the humble grocery store is, in effect, the nerve centre of Craiglang where gossip is traded and insults hurled.

Room 101 currently has an air of all too chummy bonhomie wafting about. The guest list needs to be looked at and expanded dramatically if the show is survive in its present format. When you're faced with a nonentity like Ronan Keating parading his bête noires to the nation then you know your number is up.

Eschewing the notion of catering for a particular demographic group or wanting to belong to a specific comedic genre, dinnerladies clings steadfast to the old-fashioned ideal of simply being a warm, humorous show that people, regardless of age, creed or social status, can watch and enjoy.

The small but all powerful cabal who write, produce and commission comedy in this ever more depressing land have yet another carcass on their hands. It truly beggars belief that absolute rubbish such as Overnite Express is screened.

The golden rule in our house is that you must watch an entire series before even considering condemning it. Sometimes this rule proves to be a blessing; on other occasions a damned curse. And I should have known so much better than to switch back on to The Book Group again.

I've tried so hard to dig the cult of The League of Gentlemen but I'd be just as well trying to dig the Cult of Sol Invictus. Gnosticism aside, this one goes way, way over my head. I've watched every episode and it leaves me stone cold. Not a single laugh. Not a hint of a guffaw or a titter.

I refuse to believe that no one, prior to the Lenny Henry show going out, actually had the courage to voice his or her concerns and say, "Lenny - this sucks." Not only does it suck, but it sucks majorly. A procession of deeply unfunny sketches with no single redeeming factor whatsoever; one has to seriously ask what kind of a hold Lenny has over the Corporation.

The French & Saunders effort was as uninspiring and unfunny as that which preceded it. There is a classic difference between thinking that you're funny and actually being funny. It is plainly clear on which side of that particular dichotomy Jennifer and Dawn lie.