Cliff Richard

Stephen Fry co-launches sex offence anonymity campaign

Stephen Fry and Sir Cliff Richard are among those backing radio DJ Paul Gambaccini, who is leading calls for sexual offence suspects to be given anonymity until they are charged, saying the law is "out of balance".

When something is rumoured as possibly the worst British film ever, there's a car crash-type need to see it. And when you spy Cliff Richard and Rolf Harris cameoing as buskers during the opening credits you know you're in for a humdinger. This remake of Ray Cooney's 'whoops, where's me trousers?' farce casts Danny Dyer - who else? - as a black cabbie whose bigamist lifestyle is threatened with exposure after a dog food-eating tramp (Judi Dench - what was she thinking?) clocks him one with a handbag. Neil Morrissey sits on a chocolate cake, Richard Briers falls into a hedge, Christopher Biggins pushes Lionel Blair bum-first through a bathroom floor - no one emerges unscathed among the cameo-packed cast that reads largely like a roll-call for Brit TV legends you'd previously suspected deceased.

Graham Norton, Telegraph agony uncle and purveyor of uncouth - but very funny - humour, welcomes Britain's most successful pop star, the evergreen Sir Cliff Richard. The pair may not share a taste in comedy but I'm willing to bet Sir Cliff will be a good sport. He's promoting his Soulicious tour, which has three remaining dates. Joining him are Lord Sugar and comedian Micky Flanagan; also, X Factor judge Kelly Rowland performs her new single Down for Whatever.

Last night's television brought us the sight of Brian Blessed bellowing a serenade at an understandably bewildered old woman in a hospital ward. "Oh, I fancy you like mad!" he then roared at her. This was followed by John Travolta chasing Cliff Richard, who was dressed as a giant leek - while Princess Anne looked on.

Any cabinet ministers watching may well have feared they were having a pot flashback. In fact, though, these clips (and plenty more like them) signalled the return of TV Heaven, Telly Hell on Channel 4.

Television about television is usually dismissed as self-regarding and unimaginative - which might even be true. On the other hand, it's also responsible for some of the most enjoyable programmes around, including Harry Hill's TV Burp and its upmarket BBC4 cousin, Charlie Brooker's Screenwipe.