Was totally pants, despite being hosted by the fabulous Graham Norton, it really was awful.

Actually, what it amounted to was basically was a conglomeration of bits from every Saturday show there’s ever been, but primarily, it was very like Ant & Dec’s Saturday Night Takeaway. The BBC were criticised a while ago for making “copycat” programmes, and they clearly didn’t heed any of the criticism of them because this show was a total rip off and singularly unoriginal…

Graham was, as ever, very funny, but we could really have done without the audience; it would’ve been better to just have a Graham Norton stand-up show. But sadly, the audience took part in stupidity such as taking back ownership of their possessions via innumerable games and nominating an audience member to be a “living hamster” and run round in a big wheel dressed as a hamster. Hilarious… oh wait, no. It wasn’t.

There were several cringe makingly embarrassing moments when three ‘super fans’ met Boyzone and right at the beginning, Perry Fenwick, aka Billy Mitchell from EastEnders, was hidden in some bloke’s car boot. Relatively amusing I suppose but then Graham told the car owner that they’d had a “little incident” when taking his prized racing car out of the garage. The “incident” was that half his garage had been knocked down, which Graham promised they’d repair. How the bloke didn’t smack him in the face there and then I don’t know…

I mean, not only had the Totally Saturday team taken his clearly beloved and prized car and apparently “had trouble with the gears”, they’d demolished his garage and presumably, they’d done his car some damage in the process.

However, after that, the brilliant Stuart Hall turned up to play an It’s A Knockout styly game – called Beans On Toast – with a bloke who’d lost six stone by eating nothing but baked beans. Spot the new diet fad and extremely lame game, which again, was only amusing because Stuart was involved.

The show went on to introducing one fan to Lionel Ritchie, who of course sung, twice, but also took part in yet another game in which he and the Ritchie fan, Dawn, had to spot which of five Lional lookalike models were wearing his clothing.

So you get the gist of the programme; lame games and prizes and surprises… and the only thing that made it even in the same postcode area as watchable was the fact that Graham hosted it.

But even that one redeeming factor was lost in one game which we glimpsed only briefly; Graham, unseen but his voice microphoned onto a street somewhere, asked members of the public who happened to be strolling by if they’d like to play a game which involved them sitting in a bath of ice and singing Frosty the Snowman. Fine, until you consider that extremes of cold can actually stop a person’s heart. How funny will that be when someone dies in the bath of ice? Actually, it won’t be.

It will probably be as funny as “Sofa Showdown” was… in other words, not remotely. The two women whose sofas had been ‘taken’ for the show – Dee and Carmel – were of course shocked that their sofas had turned up on the show, but then their families turned up humiliatingly dressed up as letters. And yet another game ensued… they had to spell out the answers by arranging themselves into the word.

As I said earlier, Graham – and possibly Stuart Hall – was the only reason to watch this show; everything else was just filler between his funny one-liners, and most of the time, it was not only boring, it was embarrassing.

What did you think of it? Are the BBC just copycatting other shows or was this really original Saturday night entertainment?