I'm so happy that My Name Is Earl (Channel 4, Thursday, 10pm) is back on our screens because... well... it's soooo brain poppingly brilliant. Last week, we saw the story focus on the brilliantly trashy Joy and her run in with a stolen lorry and an accidental hostage. This week, we got to look at sneaky siren Catalina.

Only last week I quipped that I liked the fact that Catalina hadn't been used as some kind of sluttish sex pot. She's obviously an attractive woman, but the show focused on her great comedy acting as opposed to having her spilling out of a bikini every 10 seconds. Well, last night my nerves became a bit frayed as the plot revolved around Catalina and a job in a 'dancing club'. Thankfully, my worries were unfounded... sorta.

In this weeks episode, Catalina got her job back at Club Chubby's, Chubby being played by the marvelous Burt Reynolds looking for all the world like his character in Smokey and The Bandit. This of course was a great bit of casting as Reynolds was always going easily slip into the world of Southern redneck hickery, and even though it was only a bit part, his face was always welcome on the screen.

Now, what was all this about sexual dancing from Catalina? Well, without retelling the whole story (as that would be amazingly dull to read) Catalina was Chubby's best dancing gal, but it all went wrong when she made some bloke have a heart attack whilst turning a trick. Her trick? Well, bikini clad, I feared that she would gyrate around a pole and generally turn into some kind of prowling sex kitten. Thankfully, that's not how this show works. Catalina's trick is to jump up and down on the spot to 'Jump Around' by House of Pain.

Naturally, this wasn't without some gratuity (there's nothing wrong with some occasional gratuity ever so often) as Catalina barely stayed inside her bikini top. In fact, the slow-mo ending quite clearly showed Catalina's boobies fighting for freedom. This will keep grubby pawed viewers with enough in their mammary banks for a good few months I reckon (if you don't know what I mean by that then I'm not going to spell it out for you).

Anyway, enough of the tiddies and on with the show. This week, ...Earl wasn't the rapid fire gag-o-thon that I'm used to. That matters little. What makes ...Earl so great is that, unlike those episodes of The Simpsons that have an overt moral to tell, ...Earl still works when being a bit tender and fuzzy. This was a tale about friendship. A tale about helping out a pal in need. With a load of bouncing buster glands. [Mof Gimmers]