What's the worst British comedy ever? My list would be topped by Sex Lives Of The Potato Men, Guest House Paradiso and Lesbian Vampire Killers, but a brave new contender is Keith Lemon: The Film.

Optimistically calculated to cash in on the success last year of The Inbetweeners Movie, this is a spin-off of an ITV2 series in which 'comedian' Leigh Francis plays Mr Lemon, a Yorkshire entrepreneur who sees himself as the new Richard Branson.

His orange tan, long blond hair and tendency to ogle buxom beauties and celebs are more redolent of Peter Stringfellow.

His desire to discuss bodily functions evokes unpleasant memories of Dr Gillian McKeith.
Nothing funny happens, and a good deal that is repulsive does, none of it describable in a family paper.

Among the glitterati are Peter Andre, Fearne Cotton and Jedward. In some inner circle of Hell, this movie will be for ever playing.

If you were miffed when Ruth Jones stopped writing Gavin & Stacey with James Corden, don't worry - it freed her up to create this charming comedy.

Ruth plays the title character, a 42-year-old mum juggling her washing and ironing job with raising two of her kids, and visiting the third in jail.

She's the kind of character who could have easily become a caricature but in Jones's hands, she is nothing short of superb.

All of the other characters are brilliantly drawn, too. We especially like Stella's best friend Paula (Elizabeth Berrington), a fully functional alcoholic and a funeral director. The visual and verbal humour is sharp, but it is also subtle so you need to give the show your full attention.

You might, however, want to close your eyes when star turn Gillian McKeith appears. She's playing a Lizzie Webb-type version of herself. Gillian, lycra and a Swiss ball - we're going to have nightmares for years.

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This improvised show promises to leave viewers gasping like Gillian McKeith facing a bucket of maggots.

Created by veteran producer Dan Paterson, it sounds like his Whose Line Is It Anyway? for a new generation no bad thing.

Comedy talent, including Laura Solon, Justin Edwards, Marek Larwood, Pippa Evans, Humphrey Ker, David Armand and Greg Davies, will be pitting their wits in a series of games spoofing films, TV programmes and music.

Host Hugh Dennis says: "We have electronic trickery, animated chickens, songs and games including a fantastic sideways scene. It's half an hour of controlled improvised silliness and there is no scoring and no stars."

Another Monday; another hour of Alan Carr squawking at celebrities in the name of light entertainment. This week, the guests included Cheryl Cole, Michael McIntyre and the unfathomable loudness of Stacey Solomon, all of whom were surrounded by tinsel and general festive tat, just in case we'd forgotten that Christmas was almost upon us.

Jungle queen Stacey and jungle profanity-provider Shaun Ryder appeared first on the show, covering such topics as Gillian McKeith and Solomon's disastrous appearance on the X Factor final.

The questions were rightly light-hearted and as the always-watchable McIntyre came on to talk about his impending Britain's Got Talent gig, the show became even more festively cheery.

All that energy seemed to rub off on our host, as his pre-chat stand-up was on much better form than last week and he generally seemed less nervous, bouncing off his sprightly guests.

But what would happen when the omnipresent Ms. Cole came on stage? Could she maintain the energy of the programme? It seemed unlikely, given her propensity to talk at a speed suggestive of strong sedative consumption.

Sure enough, once an ill-advised acoustic performance of one of Cheryl's songs was out of the way, the show got bogged down in conversation about X Factor controversies. As Cole (very slowly) defended herself, it all became a bit bleak, but she soon perked up and though she did discuss her brush with malaria, not a single tear was shed.

This show is only ever going to be as good as its guests and tonight it was very good indeed.