Paul Kaye

Meet Nelson, the metrosexual, chicken-dating fox, spoilt Afghan bitch Destiny, cynical pigeon Kali and tomcat Marion who's about to be neutered. At first glance this knockabout comedy with puppet animals interacting with humans smacks of CBBC, but a barrage of rude words and black situations soon swing it firmly into adult territory. With Paul Kaye and Katy Brand providing voices, a brief homage to Only Fools and Horses, and despite some tasteless jokes (about Harold Shipman and Anne Frank), this is utterly beguiling.

Inspired by Dylan Thomas's nostalgic anecdotal tale, Mark Watson's observant comedy is set in the household of young Owen Rhys (Oliver Bunyan/Mark Williams) over a series of Christmases in 1980s South Wales. Every year, the peace of the family home, where Owen lives with his gloomy father (Mark Lewis Jones) and obsessive mother (Ruth Jones), is disturbed by the yuletide arrival of Owen's two uncles (Steve Speirs and Paul Kaye) and nephew (Jamie Burch/Rhys McLellan). In a glimpse of three of these gatherings, while Owen and Maurice are seen maturing into young men, their male elders merely engage in ever-more puerile bouts of sibling rivalry.

Paul Kaye gives an appropriately over-the-top performance as fictional superstar DJ Frankie Wilde in this Spinal Tap-style mockumentary. It charts Wilde's life as he prepares for a summer club residency on Ibiza. Wilde's problems - drug addiction and a failing marriage - are intensified when deafness threatens his livelihood.

Shame on BBC3 for axing its best sitcom by far. The only consolation for Pulling's few but devoted fans is a one-hour special to wind up the chaotic stories of our three flatmates and their shoddy boyfriends. As we rejoin them, Donna (co-writer Sharon Horgan) is in an uneven relationship with a yuppie who pretends she's an escort, while Karen (Tanya Franks) is in an even worse set-up, baking pies for a selfish, classically male monster. It's so bad she's stopped wearing make-up. From there, a disastrous plot unfolds. Billy (Paul Kaye) reappears in all his raddled glory and sweet-talks Karen ("You, me, alcohol, narcotics - the old team?") while Karl's return from Italy rocks Donna. The mutual bafflement of the sexes is as richly hilarious as ever. Say goodbye to the blackest, filthiest unromantic comedy you could hope for.

Review of Massive

The characters of Danny and Shay are bland. They're into their music and they like drinking. That's about it, really. At the other end of the scale, the two girls that make up the band HereKittyKitty and the Manny the DJ (Paul Kaye) are close to being nothing more than simplistic caricatures. HereKittyKitty are a singing version of Viz's Fat Slags. They're fat and they're coarse. Isn't that funny! Er... no. DJ Manny takes a lot of drugs. Isn't that funny! Er... no.