Fave film aged 12: Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels

With four-letter words and violence by the bucketload, Guy Ritchie's gangster flick had everything a 12-year-old boy could want - and it still does.

Ahead of what looks like a very good new King Arthur film, Guy Ritchie joins Graham on the couch. You didn't think he was exactly a mine of charisma and good yarns? Well then, you'll be relieved to know that his leading man, Charlie Hunnam, will be along, too. Rockabilly-turned-divorce rocker Imelda May is up to perform her new single, while fans of the word "excruciating" will enjoy the latest Red Chair stories.

A lazy effort, even on its own terms

Chris Bouchard's cockney crime caper plays like a runner-up in a film-school competition to make a Guy Ritchie parody.

Robert Downey Jr was last on the show in 2009, promoting Guy Ritchie's film Sherlock Holmes. He declared it "the strangest show I've ever been on" as Norton turned his back on the star and played around on his laptop for several minutes.

Downey Jr then had to use a flannel to wipe custard-pie foam off the face of fellow guest, comedian Ed Byrne, before listening to Will Young singing.

None of this seems to have put him off returning to talk about Ritchie's sequel, Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, although this time he's got his Watson (Jude Law) to keep him company, and plenty else to talk about in the form of his second child, who's due in February.

"Directed by Guy Ritchie" has become useful shorthand for "dismal Mockney gangster tripe" but this, Ritchie's debut, isn't bad. A group of feckless London lads have a week to pay off a £500,000 debt to a crime boss - so take to crime themselves to find the money.

Stephen Fry to play Sherlock Holmes' brother on film

Stephen Fry is to play the brother of Sherlock Holmes in the sequel to Guy Ritchie's 2009 film about the sleuth.

Shameless doesn't get the credit it deserves. The bawdy saga of the lives, loves and punch-ups of the extended Gallagher family on the Chatsworth estate has had its highs and lows - season five was a bit of a stinker - but the seventh season, which climaxed with a gripping runaway romp that worked brutality, sexuality and a fake menopause into its sticky grip, has seen it back on top form.

There's no other British TV series which, when it's at its best, gets the mix of X-rated farce and gritty low-rent battle-for-survival drama so spot on. Last night we hurtled from a comedy probe of homophobia at a gay five-aside footie competition to a multilayered gangster-driven finale which played like the kind of movie Guy Ritchie can only dream of making. Long may the Chatsworth gang keep the scally flag flying.