TV Burp vs Take Me Out

Well, I like Harry Hill's TV Burp, and I like Take Me Out. Which is better? There's only one way to find out....FI...no, let's carefully dissect them in a blog.

Actually I normally find Harry to be more entertaining, but his return to our TV screens was a little disappointing.

I liked his jokes about EastEnder Jane heading off to Cardiff, but he spent far too long kneading bread in a daft slapstick sketch which really outstayed its welcome.

In contast, the final 10 minutes of Take Me Out was TV gold, thanks to an idiot called Damion Merry. He was a model who was clearly used to women falling at his feet, but managed to alienate all the girls on the show through his tactless comments.

Lucy put her light out as soon as it was revealed he had dated Jodie Marsh, only for him to tell her he had been going to pick her.
Which of course pleased all the other girls no end.

He proceeded to say he always attracted blondes so he wanted to pick a brunette for a change. Which really pleased all the blondes left.

"I had no choice," he said of the two girls he had left. Further endearing himself to them.

Well done Steph for saying, to his final question, "I would have a really good answer for this if I liked the lad."

He picked Chelsea, who looked crestfallen. Let's hope she leaves him behind on the legendary Isle of Fernandos.

And if you didn't see this squirm-inducing TV moment, have a look here.