Nancy Banks-Smith

I will really miss The Thick of It (BBC4). It was the sort of show which got you a seat on the tube. If you thought about it, you started to laugh.

Yes yes yes minister

I waded through Footballers' Wives, Celebrity Love Island, Abi Titmuss: A Modern Day Morality Tale and Wife Swap USA before I saw The Thick of It. It was well worth the wade. I didn't know I could cackle like a witch discovering a fresh supply of eye of newt, but cackle I could. And cry until the tears dried on my cheeks.

The Robinsons has the curious effect of making me shout with laughter between yawns. I can't explain this. Perhaps I'm tired. Perhaps I'm going to die.

Grumpy Old Women (BBC2) was all about losing your bloom. (Heavens, how cute the young Ann Widdecombe was.) Grumpy Old Men never bothered about their bloom. If Arthur Smith ever agonised over the discomfort of a diamante thong, I must have been making a cup of tea at the time.

Johnny Vegas cannot act much and it doesn't matter at all. Dave Spikey can write and should be encouraged with a bit more money and a better slot.

Dead Man Weds (ITV1) is endearing and cheerful and that'll do me.

The Unseen Eric Morecambe (Channel 4) also went looking for skeletons in the cupboard and found it bare. His cluttered study in Harpenden was out of bounds even to his family and has been untouched since. There was nothing there but the slight whiff of worry.

Merry Christmas was not the best Vicar of Dibley (BBC1) you ever saw but Dawn French was show-stopping as a vicar drunk in charge of a pulpit.

An unusual thing about An Audience With Harry Hill (ITV1, Saturday) was that half the audience clearly adored him and half sat stony-faced. They were often the same couple, which must have led to some strained silences in the car going home.

Who's a clever boy, then?

QI (BBC2) is back, with Stephen Fry looking like a professor of Ancient Greek, who, through some frightful government initiative, finds himself in charge of Bash Street's sin bin.