Charlie Brooker

Our man in the know bows out after a second successful run of You Have Been Watching. As ever, due to the late production of the show, it's impossible to know what Charlie Brooker's going to be lampooning with his guests. We do know that among them are regulars Rufus Hound and Josie Long. Joining them is the first man of British satire, Armando Iannucci, whose brilliant lancing of Westminster in The Thick Of It saw him have an almost Dimbleby-sized presence on election night television.

The powers of Charlie Brooker's persuasiveness are showcased in all their splendour on So Wrong It's Right (Radio 4, Tuesday), the panel game that celebrates "the wrong side of life". This week, Brooker got Liza Tarbuck to admit to rigging up a homemade device and siphoning off petrol from her dad Jimmy's saloon ("He kept us on quite a tight leash, financially," was her defence). Richard Herring, meanwhile, confessed he once pooed his own pants - and seemed delighted to be telling all. In case you're worried, he was still at primary school at the time.

Lee Mack vs Charlie Brooker on So Wrong It's Right

So Wrong It's Right is the radio show hosted by Charlie Brooker in which his guests must try to "out-wrong each other". In tonight's episode he is joined by Tom Basden, Josie Long and Lee Mack - and it's with Lee that things get a little... heated.

Tuesday, Radio 4: Guardian columnist Charlie Brooker hosts comedy panel show So Wrong It's Right, with guests Victoria Coren, David Mitchell and Rufus Hound, signing off with his catchphrase, "go away!". Thursday, Channel 4: Brooker hosts comedy panel show You Have Been Watching, with guests Victoria Coren, David Mitchell and Andy Nyman, signing off with his catchphrase, etc. Shamefully, no explanation was given - although panel show fans are known to find change disturbing - for Hound's absence.

Rent-a-rants are received loud and clear

There's so much about the world that's rubbish, so many ways in which our species has made a complete mess of things, that misanthropy feels like a rational response to modern life.

A clear leader in the field is Charlie Brooker, who has distinguished himself in print and on television with his scabrous crescendos of disgust and contempt. It clears the passages to witness a heartfelt tirade against those deserving of our condemnation, and Brooker reliably hands out metaphorical kickings where they are most needed.

Charlie Brooker sets out to expose, wallow in, and reward failure. Panellists David Mitchell, Victoria Coren and Rufus Hound are invited to share their wretched holiday experiences and write the opening line for a sci-fi novel, among other things. Let us hope that no one from BBC3 was listening to their pitches for the worst reality show they can imagine: Mitchell's spin on Brewster's Millions, in which contestants must deliberately lose all their friends, sounds like it's got legs.

Radio Review: So Wrong It's Right

Charlie Brooker's show has been put in Radio 4's edgiest (11pm) slot, but it's savage misanthropy makes you do a double-take at the radio.

Never a shrinking violet when it comes to offering up a strong opinion, Charlie Brooker is the perfect host for a series that celebrates abject failure. That could be reality television, going on holiday or the human race in general. Brooker's bite and bark are just as vicious as one another, so it's fortunate that he has three comedic guests to lessen the full-on savagery.

Charlie Brooker: Political leaks on primetime

I got through my first weeny link without a hitch. But moments before doing my second link, much later in the night, something completely unexpected happened. I did a piss.

As this week's QI repeat proved, David Mitchell is obviously one of the smartest and funniest men on TV at the moment, and is probably the inheritor of Stephen Fry's mantel. So what the hell was he doing on this? Charlie Brooker was great, of course, as was Mitchell, but Jimmy Carr filled time by making jokes about Gordon Brown's eye and Lauren Laverne was just using up valuable oxygen the whole time. Oh dear.