Horne & Corden

I did a bad thing during Horne and Corden (BBC3). I'm sorry, and if it's any consolation I'm not pleased with myself. But I laughed. I actually couldn't help it. It was in the first bit, where Corden goes up to a kid in a wheelchair in the audience. And the kid is saying that it's really hard with her old manual chair, especially now her dad has a bad back, and what she'd really like is an electric chair but they cost £5,000. And Corden says that he and Horne have clubbed together for one, and I'm thinking: Oh God they've turned into Noel Edmonds, this is the most horrible, sickening thing I've ever seen. And then Horne comes on with this massive electric chair, the sort you execute people with in America. Old Sparky. And I just couldn't help it, I laughed. Because it was funny, I suppose.

I'm not proud. It didn't happen again in the rest of the show, hasn't happened in either of the previous shows, won't happen again, I promise. They're still a couple of plonkers.

This skitcom has a confidence out of whack with its material, but there are still some sizeable sniggers, including James Corden's neat Ricky Gervais stitch-up and the Team GB gymnasts on the rings. A nice nod to the old guard, too, with Tim Brooke-Taylor guesting at Bananaman's funeral.