'We get bored very quickly': Harry & Paul hit the road

Their catchphrases have long since entered the national conversation. But only now are Harry Enfield and Paul Whitehouse hitting the road. The Legends! tour will revive many of their most popular characters, from Enfield's minted yobbo Loadsamoney to Whitehouse's clubbable old drunk Sir Rowley Birkin, via cheesy Seventies DJs Smashie and Nicey, and highly cultured wolf-whistlers the Posh Builders.

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It might be for children but this revamped Danger Mouse is smarter and funnier than most grown-up comedy.

Cradle to Grave, BBC Two, review: 'savvy comedy'

This comedy based on the childhood of writer and broadcaster Danny Baker was niftily scripted, says Jasper Rees.

Boy Meets Girl, BBC Two, review: 'cliched'

This comedy featuring a transgender lead character is a big TV moment but the show was full of crude cliches, says Jasper Rees.

Jim Dale 'wasn't good friends with the Carry On clique'

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W1A, Series 2, BBC Two

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What makes a radio comedy funny on TV?

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There are still ideas that don't really have legs, and still they are finding their way past the green light. Take Cockroaches, a new offering from ITV2. The idea of Freddy Syborn's script is that a nuclear holocaust has wiped out most of humanity, leaving teen couple Tom and Suze (Daniel Lawrence Taylor and Esther Smith) to roam the rural wastelands with their small child, conceived in haste on the night the bomb changed everything.

Essentially, it's the classic Seventies drama Survivors with jokes. That's the theory anyway, but alas the laughs are few and far between. The first few minutes, before disaster strikes, promised much. A newscaster warned of impending Armageddon, adding that no one had bothered to tell Africa and South America. The British Prime Minister (Robert Bathurst, not his first time as a comic PM: see also Hislop and Newman's comedy My Dad's the Prime Minister) was happier answering questions in Latin, a bit like You Know Who.

Spool forward a decade, and the future looked very like the past: jokes about not getting any sex, about in-laws, about cultural reference points (Suze reminisced about a blessed yesteryear in which "we had music, we had literature, we had Ant and Dec"). Suze supplied precious breast milk to both father and daughter, a joke much more creepily explored in Little Britain. The cast enlarged when they encountered a tribe of wood-dwelling dropouts led by Oscar (the ubiquitous Jack Whitehall), a Jafaican-spouting trustafarian ("Who talks like that?" wondered Tom). By the end of the first episode, attempting to enact the climactic immolation from The Wicker Man, he had been defeated. Tom accidentally hacked off his wanking finger.

If you like that joke [about masturbation], then you'll enjoy the wanking rota in Crims. This new sitcom is set in a young offenders' institution where Luke and Jason (Elis James and Kadiff Kirwan) have lately been banged up. The main joke is that Luke, wrongfully imprisoned, is eager to stay out of trouble but can't help incurring the wrath of both staff and inmates while also worrying about his faithless girlfriend. James is a likeable presence, and despite looking about 10 years too old for the role, finds different ways to play panic, fear and anxiety.

The script is by Adam Kay and Dan Swimer, whose basic premise has more going for it than Cockroaches and yet, with the fusillade of gags about bodily fluids, body parts and sexual incontinence, it feels as if the bar has been set too low. It's no excuse pinning the blame on the BBC Three demographic. This was the channel which proved with Gavin & Stacey that it knows how to involve organs not located in the underwear region, such as the brain and the heart. Winston Stanley Fletcher can rest easy in his grave.

Bad Education, BBC Three, review: 'puerile'

Bad Education is so-so comedy, a puerile teenage rampage written by adults who should know better.