Harry Enfield

Enfield and Whitehouse return with another loose collection of sketches, although be thankful that it's not as loose as their profoundly dodgy last series.

All their familiar obsessions are present: football managers (there's a very funny opening skit where an irate boss gives a half-time team talk in several different languages), class divides, stiff black-and-white films, and middle-aged men trying to have sex with gullible young women.

It has the age-old problem of sketches that don't build on their initial premise - see the 1940s Bourne Identity (Oh hell's bells, who the devil am I?), a funny idea that drifts on for about a week - and lot of the material is, in truth, a bit too familiar. But if, for instance, the elderly DJs who play nothing but hip-hop are one variation too many on an old gag, it doesn't matter when it's as well performed as this is.

The gabbling, Plasticine-faced surgeons, and the rabid northern man who lets out a pained squeak when told by his southern owner that he must be neutered, are rewind-and-play-it-again fantastic.

So much comedy water has passed under the TV bridge since Harry Enfield and Paul Whitehouse first did sketch shows together that when they reunited last year it seemed a rather retrograde step. Whitehouse had done funnier, subtler shows in between and with Mitchell and Webb and Armstrong and Miller on the scene, the market for male double acts is decidedly cluttered.

But they are back for a second series with old favourites such as the judgmental Polish café assistants and Enfield's badly behaved Nelson Mandela, and new sketches, including a Dragons' Den spoof and two elderly Jewish DJs. It should be at least as popular as the first.

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Harry and Paul were ruddy good

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Descending from plain old boringly unfunny to actual cringing embarrassment with sketches like The Computer Billionaires and Laurel and Hardy in Brokeback Mountain made me want to desert this sinking ship along with the rats.

Ruddy Hell! It's Harry and Paul Review

A bibulous and joyful reunion of witty chums, and more power to its elbow. Mine's another, if you're going to the bar.