When a popular racing commentator is found in a deep coma, there are only two explanations. Either a deadly rival has slipped an undetectable narcotic into his hoover bag, or someone else has.

Will men ever get pregnant ? And if they do, will they opt for shoulder-tie dungarees, or play safe with Peter Pan collar-type loose smocks ? Whatever they decide, there's bound to be a documentary about it. And possibly a tea towel.

Written in the 1920s, this gently humorous and moving account of a Cumbrian childhood lay undiscovered in a biscuit tin for over 60 years. Then, unfortunately, someone found it.

Only 130 years ago, Charles Dickens was a prolific novelist, a devoted father and an energetic long-distance walker. Now he's dead. Angela Barlow pops on an anorak and finds out what went wrong.

Comedy series about three divorcees who share a one-room apartment on the Upper East Side. One has a lisp, one has an accordion, and one has an affair with the script editor and most of the one-liners.

"Have it your way, Waseem, but if disposable saris don't catch on, count me out!"