Rebecca Nicholson

With Future Simon no longer in the picture, Alisha shifts her attentions to Present Simon, who, frankly, is not yet the bright and buff superhero she fell in love with/will fall in love with/is anyone else getting a bit confused about the mechanics of this time-travelling business? Still, their romance makes a sweet contrast to the rest of the episode, which involves quite a lot of sex and even more murder, as a couple of newcomers leave a trail of destruction.

There's a fresh asbo superhero in town, but enthusiastic eco-warrior Ollie struggles with the usual tribulations that befall most newcomers to the community centre. Immortality has made Nathan even cockier and perhaps funnier, Curtis is enthralled by the mysterious new woman, and Alisha is still googly eyed over Future Simon. But the gang comes together to fight a terrifying villain who thinks he's in a Grand Theft Auto-style game. As usual, it plays out like a brilliant mini-film.

We're halfway through its second series, and Misfits doesn't appear to be taking a break from its status as the best-looking, funniest show on TV. Alisha finally gets a more interesting plot, with the soon-to-be-unmasked crusader taking a special interest in her, while Curtis starts to see glimpses of the future he jumped into last week. And there's an amusing subplot involving an unscrupulous tattooist who invokes the wrath of Kelly: "You can't make people gay just 'cos they're dickheads". Brilliant.

The second series of Misfits continues to wow with this Nathan-centric episode, although it's worth warning that it does start with him "seductively" lathering his body with sun cream. It turns out that Nathan has a brother, which means double the fun and double the scrapes, and leads to what may already be the line of the series: "We're like the Mitchell brothers, only we're not bald, ugly and shit!" There's some drama for the other Misfits, too, in the form of a pill that seems to reverse their powers - good news for the usually unnoticed Simon, but not so great for everyone else.

Post-Bafta, more people are on to the fact that Misfits is one of the most original shows on the box, and this series two opener suggests it's not about to drop the ball just yet. Our gang of asbo superheroes are still on community service, though their habit of disposing of probation officers is starting to get out of hand, and there's the pesky problem of Nathan's immortality to deal with. Full of killer lines and gruesome scenes that wouldn't look out of place in a Hollywood horror, it really is in a class of its own.

Continuing its post-Amstell coping strategy of a HIGNFY-style rotating host, Buzzcocks is back for a 24th series, showing more longevity than most of the popstars it has on it. The surprisingly affable Mark Ronson takes the chair and attempts to rein in returning team leaders Phill Jupitus and Noel Fielding[, who get Alesha Dixon, Mollie King from the Saturdays, Tinie Tempah and Paul Foot as their guests. Future hosts look likely to include Josh Groban, Tim Westwood and Frankie Boyle. No Dappy from N-Dubz?

"Jack Dee, with your face like a neglected radish, like a cowboy's crack, like a forgotten tunnel..." Shooting Stars continues to be far funnier than a 17-year-old comedy on its seventh series should be, by way of sticking to what it does best. Tonight, that involves getting Tulisa from N'Dubz and John Simpson into the same room and throwing edam on to Brendan Cole's face. Angelos Epithemiou does a fine job of keeping score - something that doesn't always come easy to football pundit Chris Kamara, who gamely takes all mockery on the chin.

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There's no danger of feeling as if your time has been wasted on brief new comedy Phil's Ill, since each episode clocks in at a mere three minutes. Phil is, as you may have guessed, ill, with a mysterious disease that makes him act like his favourite beacons of man TV. Tonight he goes all Ray Mears on his girlfriend and makes her eat ant larvae. An odd little show, but surprisingly moreish.

This one-off comedy zooms in on the misadventures of three Croydon teenagers - Dirty Debbie, who's writing an erotic novel, Bent Ben, who loves Beyoncé, and Raggedy Ann, an "emo poet" who recites Lindsay Lohan disses on the swings. When it focuses on the kids, it feels a little Skins-lite, and the street talk is cringey - like, poking on Facebook, yeah? But there are smaller roles for Morwenna Banks and Sharon Horgan, who works the tragi-comedy angle well, and there's certainly some potential, if it gets picked up.