TV review: Miranda: My Such Fun Celebration, BBC One

Well why not celebrate your tenth birthday in public? That's how Miranda Hart marked the tenth birthday of her self-named BBC sitcom. In public. At the Palladium. With nibbles. In front of a packed house of screaming fans.

Dougie Colon's cod-Lancashire accent has not improved since the series started. This would be less of a problem if Tess Daly, on whose husband, Vernon Kay, Colon is surely modelled, wasn't one of the guests.

She's going head to head (well, perhaps not quite) with Ronan Keating in a battle that includes some of the livelier Puppet Show games. It's like a bizarre circus. See them strapped to a giant revolving glittery wheel! Watch as they race to blow out 100 candles! Laugh as they fail to name the Chancellor and the members of the G8!

As ever, the sideshow - the behind-the-scenes puppet soap which has a hint of human sadness about it - is just as diverting as the main event.

Before the arrival of his guests tonight, the affable Welsh comic warms up his audience with his usual display of sharp wit and natural charm. Apart from some mischievous exchanges with his studio audience, including a mock-earnest argument with several of its members, there is little that differentiates this show's format from rival entertainment programmes. But the amusing, fast-paced interplay between this evening's chosen guests - Ronan Keating, Jason Manford and Neil Morrissey - proves engaging. The incorporation of live music is a fail-safe formula, although whether Brydon's singing voice adds much magic to the blend is debatable.

The beauty of Rob Brydon as a chat show host is that without seemingly trying too hard or forcing the pace he manages to put a smile on your face. And boy, can he play a crowd. Even before his guests have arrived tonight, he picks a comedy argument with a woman in the audience who is in a wheelchair, and it comes across as sharp, good-natured - and very funny.

Then the revolving bookcase delivers Ronan Keating, Jason Manford and Neil Morrissey by turns, and once they're all on the leather sofa the chemistry works a treat. Plus, of course, everybody gets to sing.