Christopher Stevens

Fresh Meat review

The writers say they were inspired by The Young Ones, but all this proves is Jack Whitehall is no Rik Mayall.

Review: How the Beeb nearly doomed Dad's Army

For years, the cry has gone up: why can't the Beeb give us an old-fashioned sitcom? Something good, something genuinely funny -- not just a showcase for a stand-up comic, such as Peter Kay's Car Share, or a childish collection of bottom jokes, such as Mrs Brown's Boys. We're Doomed! The Dad's Army Story (BBC Two) delivered the answer. The BBC doesn't know the formula for great comedy, and it never did. All the execs can do is give licence to writers, and hope.

What A Performance! review

Is that Les Dawson after a diet? No it's Frank Skinner in a dress.

What have the BBC's feminists done to Danger Mouse?

But sadly, like the Thunderbirds reboot that flopped badly earlier this year, it's a homage destined to fail. These revivals never work -- too knowing, too pleased with themselves, they lack the anarchic energy that made the originals magical.

Cradle To Grave review

Bolton comedian Peter Kay played Spud, with a valiant attempt at a South London accent that sounded like George Formby doing a Sid James impression. He looked the part, though, with his Brylcreemed hair and spatula side-burns.

Review: Danny And The Human Zoo

It was full of bitterness and self-reproach, as if Lenny Henry still can't forgive himself for stupid things he said and did, and nuances he failed to understand.

Very British Problems review

Very British Problems was suffering from a very British problem: this whole show had apparently been dreamed up, researched and written by under-25s. Or possibly teenagers.

SunTrap review

SunTrap deserves a chance. It's a clever idea: Kayvan Novak is an undercover reporter, on the run from his editor after a botched investigation at Buckingham Palace, and hiding out in a Mediterranean beach shack owned by a washed-up former journo (Bradley Walsh).

Peter Kay's Car Share review

The script is sharp and Peter Kay's performance is completely natural. The first five minutes were lovely, with him driving in mounting frustration through the backstreets and bickering with his satnav: 'Me and you are going to fall out, I can tell you that right now... You're sulking now, are you?'

This hospital sitcom is half joke-fest, half soap opera, as if a team of American gag-writers had taken over Holby City. There isn't a wasted word. If you enjoy rat-a-tat one-liners, the way Friends and Roseanne were written, The Delivery Man will win you over.

The stories are set in a maternity wing where Matthew, an improbably handsome male midwife (Darren Boyd), has set all the women's hormones raging.

His boss (Fay Ripley) is throwing herself at him, his co-worker (Aisling Bea) is flirting like a stoat on heat, and even the expectant mums look ready to dump their husbands and waddle away with him.

After three episodes, we really need to know who Matthew will end up bedding. And that means we'll have to keep watching every week, because ITV weren't stupid enough to give away the whole series in advance.

If you want to binge-watch The Delivery Man, you'll have to wait till the end of the series. Or better still, treat yourself to half-an-hour each Wednesday. What's wrong with doing it the old way?