Well Good? Well, no — It’s very, very bad

CHANNEL HOPPING: HOLBYLESS Tuesdays, hour-long Enders who-knows-when and Corrie-wobbles all week long.

“A change to the advertised schedule” might be the official line and the World Cup a convenient excuse. But the real reason for the topsy-turvy TV listings is the fact that we have now entered the crazy season. If any further proof were needed, take “Lee Nelson’s Well Good Show” on BBC3 as exhibit “A”.

The mockney Chav (real name stand-up comic Simon Brodkin) is off his head man, innit. I’m guessing the madcap 30-something’s imitation of a happening street geezer full of “inclusion” and “yoof” is what we’re supposed to be laughing at . . . except, I don’t think anyone told the audience — it was packed with giggling teenagers.

Games like “Old Guys Do Fun Stuff” and “Preggars Or Not Preggars” where a contestant from said audience has to guess . . . look, you don’t need to know. They were the highlights of “Free’s” latest attempt at “now” comedy.

But I ain’t seen nothin’ this bad bro’ since a certain Mr G realised his time was up . . . over 10 years ago. Welcome to summer season. Still, at least we know where Fatboy from “EastEnders” gets his street lingo. It’s well rough — you get me?



THEY’RE never afraid to rake over old ground in “EastEnders” but when the late Owen’s left peg sprouted out like that from beneath Trina’s tree, it was a step too far. Later confessing all to the wife, Pastor Lucas — the murderer — clearly appeared to be embroiled in a half-hearted game of Cluedo.

“It was me,” he said, “I strangled Owen and then buried the body under a tree.” Hardly Colonel Mustard with the lead piping in the conservatory though was it? No enthusiasm for the game. And she wants them to go caravanning.

Earlier, noticing something amiss while trying to dig up the damn tree, blue-haired tomboy Zsa-Zsa asked: “Cat, rat or fox?” What a poser. Red-blooded blokes have been asking themselves the same question ever since she set foot in Walford.


Soap roar: When David severed the hoods from Graeme’s clothes and the peaks from his caps in “Coronation Street”, I couldn’t help wondering if Lee Nelson should get him on his show.


Soap bore: “In the words of Billie Holiday, I got it bad and that ain’t no good,” mused Lloyd. By the time the Corrie cabbie gets it on with Cheryl, jazz could well be back in fashion.