Peter Kay

Peter Kay in one handy infographic

Winner of the North West Comedian Of The Year, Peter Kay is now famous for garlic bread, Phoenix Nights and being from Bolton.

Danny Baker's cosy sitcom-memoir is starting to feel more like a TV show than a pile of anecdotes, with not quite so many gags you'd say were cliched or telegraphed if an unknown writer had invented them. Young Danny rashly agrees to buy a hot VCR - has he inherited the knack of quickly finding a few quid? Meanwhile, magic patriarch Fred tries to steal a shipment of sherry from under the noses of the docks' new jobsworth security guards. Peter Kay's south London accent is bedding in too, slowly.

Neil Fitzmaurice: I'd love to do another Phoenix Nights

If Peter Kay wanted to do another series of Phoenix Nights, his old co-star Neil Fitzmaurice wouldn't take much persuading.

Wide boys and wider collars: the excellent, atmospheric recreation of Danny Baker's teen years in south London continues. Danny is trying to blag his way into the pub for a sniff of Skol, while his mother Bet yearns for something more - to broaden her horizons, meet new people, maybe even try drinking wine. But dad Spud can't see the angle. If hearing a cockney accent emerge from Peter Kay was initially distracting, he's now settled comfortably into the roly-poly role of incorrigible wheeler-dealer Spud.

Cradle to Grave was set in the 1970s as we watched the teenage exploits of a young Danny Baker as he attempted to navigate adolescence. Although this was essentially the story of the teenage Danny (played here by Laurie Kynaston) most of the screen time was eaten up by his father Spud (Peter Kay). Spud was written as the stereotypical sitcom patriarch who was always after the next scheme whether it be selling embalming fluid as Schnapps or stuffing his house full of continental quilts to sell to the neighbourhood. The problem with Spud's stories is that they tended not to fit into the rest of the episode meaning that Baker and co-writer Jeff Pope had to shoehorn them. In was this almost anecdotal narrative that spoilt Cradle to Grave for me as it felt like a sketch show about Baker's life rather than a pure half hour comedy episode. Attempts to tie all the stories together by incorporating a trip to the theatre to see 'Hair' didn't really work even though the musical scene itself did provide the episode's biggest laugh. The other issue I had with Cradle to Grave was the casting of Peter Kay in the lead role of Spud. Although I understand that getting a big name helps to attract viewers, proud Northerner Kay playing old school Londoner Spud didn't ring true. The fact that Kay was struggling with the accent led him to almost shout all of his lines and in the process turned what could've been a rather realistic 1970s dad into a comedy caricature. It's a shame because underneath all the mess there were decent glimpses of a coming-of-age comedy about a youngster who wasn't quite sure of his place in the world. I have to admit than whenever Laurie Kynaston was on screen by himself Cradle to Grave was at its strongest. However the over-reliance on the larger-than-life Spud and the fragmented narrative meant that Cradle to Grave had a rather confused tone which meant that I could never fully relax into it.

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.

Cradle to Grave was, in comparison to Danny and the Human Zoo, a similarly refractive concoction, a picaresque of the young life of the DJ and celebrity Danny Baker, written in part by Baker and based on his own memoir. Once again we were thrust in to the so-bad-they-were-good Seventies, as the Chopper bike tootling past in the background made plain, but we'd shifted from Dudley to east London and from one wide-eyed Danny boy to another. Sensibly, Baker and his co-writer Jeff Pope used this young Danny as the window on the world, not as a protagonist - he existed mainly as a voice-over setting the scene for the various travails of the Baker family. Instead, the main character was Danny's father Fred, played by Peter Kay as part Arthur Daley, part Del Boy. Mostly, though, he was Peter Kay, barely bothering with a cockney accent but still blessed with the single funniest face on television, one of the few men who can make me laugh with the sound off.

Cradle to Grave was funnier than Danny and the Human Zoo, and it managed to achieve the crucial balance of being fond of its characters without ever worshipping them. Yet just as with Danny and the Human Zoo, and its association with Lenny Henry, I found the fact that Cradle to Grave was based on the life of Danny Baker a distraction. Essentially, both of these shows were self-congratulatory because they all came from the perspective of the viewer knowing that, ultimately, both of these Lenny/Dannys have done pretty good. Self-congratulation is what humour should be mocking, not the stuff of humour itself.

Peter Kay's cockney as convincing as Dick Van Dyke's

Some viewers described the Bolton comic's attempts as giving Dick van Dyke "a run for his money".

Danny Baker reveals why he cast Peter Kay as his dad

"Peter, yes, Bolton to his boots - but he's also an actor... He always wanted to be like his hero Ronnie Barker and he has that quality - I think he's the natural heir to that sort of actor".