I want to know more about “Grumpy Catriona”

Many thanks to purpletigron for alerting me to tonight’s Never Mind the Buzzcocks repeat being a John Barrowman smutty innuendo-fest (with a side order of buttock-fondling). Much fun. Then we switched over to watch Torchwood, which was tedious. Buffy did the mind-reading bit so much better. I am beginning to wonder if RTD has been paid to give an illustration of what the word lacklustre means.

( Spoilers, I suppose )

Something else that Torchwood is better than, it seems, is The Catherine Tate Show. Unfortunately, saw a few minutes of this before Buzzcocks. It reminded me of Tittybangbang (Which is on its second series! Why?): a great deal of work and care, and not a single laugh. Why do they seem to think that great make-up jobs are ipso facto great comedy? Where do they get the nitrous oxide to pump into the studio to get the audience giggling?

It says something that the most intriguing thing in the whole evening was the continuity announcer’s comment about his wee Irish friend who was desperate to see Torchwood.