Mid Morning Matters box set review

Meatloaf-inspired phone-ins, a luddite folksinger and an anecdote about Scalextric swapped for cocaine - Norfolk's showbiz legend returns to his radio roots.

Inside No 9: a gutsy dark comedy of misery and mayhem

Reece Shearsmith and Steve Pemberton, makers of The League of Gentlemen, return with a collection of unrelated tales of morality and mortality, and a legion of ghoulish mishaps.

Just Good Friends - box set review

Vince and Penny's on again/off again relationship is that rare thing - an 80s sitcom that hasn't aged badly.

Time to bid a fond farewell to the Red Dwarf crew again as their well-received comeback concludes. It doesn't quite end with a bang but it does have several big explosions as the boredom of deep space gets the gang into trouble with the deadly Simulants. It's up to Rimmer to save the day. A holographic message from his overbearing father gives him newfound inner strength in a very unexpected way as the shameful truth about his lineage is finally revealed.

Nothing makes a person take stock more than seeing the postman killed by a milk float; Marty takes it as a sign, as he's desperately trying to pluck up the nerve to propose to Kelly. There's more superstition as Lillian has a vision of doom that she must solve. No need, really, as doom's never too far away from the Chatsworth estate; best to just wait and see. Meanwhile, Karen has a more down-to-earth problem when she suspects Jamie of cheating. Unfortunately, she turns to exactly the wrong person for help.

Sometimes all a viewer wants is to switch off the brain and watch telly, something the increasingly lunkheaded Vexed aggressively demands, with plots largely dependent on everyone involved acting like an idiot. Tonight a very middle-class murder - a stabbing with knitting needles no less - comes to the mismatched cop duo's attention. As a procedural it's a washout: the killer is obvious from the start. A show for people who hate surprises.

Keith Lemon: The Film - review

Leigh Francis's character seems even more desperate and grim on the big screen.

These days, the chances of us getting a news satire show anywhere near as sharp as The Daily Show or The Colbert Report seem slim. If we do, it's unlikely to be found on BBC3, as this new prank-based effort attests. Embassies not paying the congestion charge or Philip Green's tax avoidance are matters that should be brought to public attention as often as possible, but the tactics on show here are mostly rag-week-level practical jokes that, in a pre-internet world, would have earned the players a punch in the mouth rather than a TV show.

DIs Armstrong and Dixon, from the Met's light comedy/drama squad, investigate the murder of one of the contestants on a TV cookery show - the themed crime scene comes complete with a message daubed on the wall in tomato sauce. Dixon is forced to go undercover as a contestant doing battle with Gordon Ramsay-like host Robert Randall, as well the other hopefuls, ultra-competitive oddballs who would kill to get a labour-intensive job where they are shouted at all day.

After becoming, for many, an industrial irritant with his standup and presenting, Jack Whitehall is finding things work better when he sticks to his strengths. Like Jude Law before him, Whitehall only really excels when playing an upper class twit and here he gives it his all. This week, sex ed rears its head when the Mumsnet-obsessed parents find the school is running several pretty offensive and inappropriate activities - the faculty's insistence that their Next Top Model competition is open to even "Dove advert-y" types does little to placate matters.