Krod Mandoon, Mitchell & Webb and Psychoville

Three straight hours of watchable terrestrial TV doesn't happen much, so all hail BBC2 for its new Wednesday night output.

Krod Mandoon and the Flaming Sword of Fire had come recommended to me by a friend who recognised my soft spot for the usual never-the-twain combo of Scandinavian folk-inspired metal and deliberately crap jokes.

It's been slated everywhere, but what the hell, I'm going to stick up for it. While no means a classic, I like it's shameless silliness. It's a sci-fi comedy - think Red Dwarf meets Maid Marian and her Merry Men, and because of it's transatlantic funding (which explains Maguire's US accent and the involvement of Comedy Central) there's a warmth, and a sweet impracticality, to it - which the UK audience will probably dismiss - which quite sets it apart from anything else.

And Maguire - oh my goodness, Maguire - yes, him off of Grange Hill, who has made a name for himself in the States starring in Meet the Spartans (widely considered one of the worst movies of all time by right thinking people, it managed an absurd 2% rating on Rotten Tomatoes) - oh my days, he's all grown up. *Insert own joke about flaming swords here*

So then it was on to the new series of That Mitchell and Webb Look, which I didn't quite realise I was enjoying so much until I clocked how much I was laughing out loud. The sketch with Robert Webb as Dr Death, a mad inventor that kept creating evil death rays but only on the premise they are used for good, nearly had me in tears, and then of course the was the 'Hit and Miss' sketch which has the promise of a modern classic:

Their best solo stuff yet?

Finally, while I'm feeling so positive about everything, we had the debut of the highly promising Psychoville. League of Gentlemen-ers Reece Shearsmith and Steve Pemberton didn't stray too far from their original formula but have set up one hell of an intriguing show and I can't wait to see how it all unfolds. I might turn into one of those sad sacks who write in to Points of View asking for "more, please!".

They have created six strange, rather disgusting characters (the scene with the mother enjoying her son brushing crumbs off her far too much, then declaring "I'm going to have 'alf an hour on me Bontempi" will haunt the dreams for quite some time - which of course is what our boys do so well), each the recipient of a hand-written letter proclaiming 'I know what you did'. I'm hooked and sat down in front of it feels - quite disturbingly - like home.

The reviewer in the Guardian yesterday thought all of the above shows were crap. Maybe I'm still off my face on Sudafed, but I for one (to continue with the Points of View parlance) am looking forward to watching them all again.