Peep Show...

Ugly Betty can piss off, Charlotte Church can go back to shagging her injury-blighted rugby fella and those two comedian idiots (long hair regional man and gay, squat speccy fella) can take their Friday Night project and put it somewhere it can never be found again ever (let’s all hope, eh?).

Because the best show on TV is back and thank God for its return as it demonstrates how truly starved of quality Friday nights on Channel 4 have been.

Just in case you hadn’t gathered a few facts thus far I quite like Peep Show. In fact I think it's bloody brilliant. If I had to sacrifice a kidney to ensure they made another series I’d seriously think about it. If they’d accept one I conveniently came across instead of my own it would be a done deal. I’d be out hacking through the back of lost tourists as you read this. No problem.

Yes David Mitchell and Robert Webb as great as the mismatched flatmates… and the supporting cast of Olivia Colman and chums are pretty splendid too… and the internal monologues and first-person camera angles are inventive… but the real star of this show is the script.

Jess Bain and Sam Armstrong are quite clearly writers of no little genius to take a traditional sitcom idea (chalk and cheese friends sharing a flat) and make it into such an astoundingly sharp, witty and genuinely funny show.

In the first episode of the latest series Mark is having doubts about marrying girlfriend Sophie and Jeremy ends up shagging Sophie’s mum. Inbetween there’s a bit of arson and some bloodsports.

Some of it sounds run-of-the-mill sitcom material but it’s a work of genius. If you watch nothing else on telly then make an exception and watch this.

It really is that good. Honest…