Forget the thoroughly ill-advised sitcom and the still-less advised sketch show, and disregard even the pretty decent Happy Hour - tonight's shows remain the absolute essence of Al Murray. Revel as, without the need for guests or formats, he toys with the beautifully British-named members of the front row and casts his philosophical net far and wide from Formula 1 ("not dangerous enough, is it?") to the overrated Mozart and back, time and again, to the Germans and the French, expounding beer barrel nonsense with irresistible absurdity. Hail to the Al!