Oooh! Look! BUSTERS! If you're even thinking of complaining about the sight of some mammaries, then I suggest going down the newsagents and scribbling out Nuts and The Sun's boobies with a black marker first. And the whole of the internet (those child-lock things? Your kids know how to get by 'em - sorry).
Britain's Got Talent (ITV1, Tuesday, 1 June, 7.30pm) trundles on like That's Life on growth hormone injections, with Esther Rantzen replaced with the Mount Rushmore of grinning idiocy - Cowell, Holden and Morgan. We all know the format and, sadly, we now know that the punchline isn't anything like satisfactory.
Channel 4 love a Bodyshock show. It gives them the chance to be sensitive and kind to someone with an unusual illness whilst secretly erecting a sign behind your back that says 'freak show' while you cry. And last night, they did it again with Our Daughter, The Mermaid (Channel 4, Tuesday, 18 May, 10pm).
It took 18 seconds for Junior Apprentice (BBC One, Wednesday, 12 May, 9pm) to make me curse. That must be a record. Some greasy faced little gitbox appeared and grimaced about how ruthless he was like it was an enviable trait. I bet he's delivered a P45 to his own weary mother for not being efficient enough around the house. Horrible, horrible little arse-grape. Of course, this being Apprentice related, the whole show centres around horrible humans who wake up early in a morning just to cram enough twattishness in.
I'm a complete sucker for maverick cop shows. Pop-psychology and people getting punched in the face is the perfect balance between dumb and dumber for a dimwit like me. Effectively, if someone strings a sentence together that sounds clever enough and drops a few swears in it, I'm pretty happy. So watching last night's debut bow of Luther (BBC One, Tuesday, 4 May, 9pm) very much flicked a whole bunch of good switches.
Bruce Forsyth must have a massive head at the minute. Okay, a bigger skull than usual. Why? Because, in an attempt to pat his decrepit back before he finally dies, everyone on TV is falling over each other to celebrate him and tell everyone just how brilliant he is. In the past 12 months, I've seen a bashful Brucie graciously accepting praise from peers more than I've seen useful news reports.
Heston Blumenthal. You know him right? Barking mad food wizard with a head like a giant marble? That's the one. Well, last night he returned to our screens as the veritable mischief maker in the oven with Heston's Chocolate Factory Feast (Channel 4, Tuesday, 6 April, 9pm) channelling the spirit of Willy Wonka.
When the Beeb started showing the trailers for Invisible Worlds (BBC One, Tuesday, 30 March, 9pm), I was quite excited. Yes, and that was with the knowledge that the irritating Richard Hammond was presenting it. Basically, I assumed it would be a throwaway piece of TV that made my eyes drop out of the sockets in astonishment at loads of cool images and little else. Sadly, that's not the case.


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