Another week at work eh? What are they thinking? And other generic work questions? 

Don’t worry, here’s what you should be watching, because you’re not an idiot, regardless of what those twats at work say.

One To Watch

Steps: On The Road Again, Sky Living, 9:00pm

Anyone who’s born in the 80s know what life was like under the tyrannical ruling of Steps. Their brand of vacuous and insipid pop was everywhere. You couldn’t move without bumping into someone with curtains or doing the dance steps to ‘Tragedy.’ So it was a bit of a shock when they were raised from the dead and set themselves on conquering the country once more. And it was even more of a shock that Sky Living decided to document every step.

Luckily that series was beyond brilliant and kind of confirmed what we already knew: that it was Claire Richards and Ian ‘H’ Watkins who saved us from more years of substandard pop music and that neither of them were that apologetic for it. Watkins even seemed to revel in the fact that he didn’t think he had done anything wrong. Even while Lisa ‘Touch I’m Electric’ Scott-Lee sobbed quietly to herself (because no one cares about Lisa Scott-Lee. She’s the equivalent of the men from A*Teens). 

Well the five some are back to show us how hectic life is on the road, and how they deal with the recurrent issues that they clearly haven’t deal with. Namely Ian Watkins being an absolute nightmare to work with and Lee Latchford-Evans still being only the dancer. 

And if you didn’t know, Faye Tozer has a family now.

One To Say You’ve Watched

World Series Of Dating, BBC 3, 10:00pm

Clearly unhappy that ITV and Sky have monopolised the genre that Cilla Black defined (not mouthy Liverpudlians, but televisual Cupids), the BBC, like most other programs made in Britain wants to imitate an otherwise successful format, yet changing it slightly so no one can cry foul and shenanigans. Instead of the onslaught of Lynx Africa and Lambrini that permeates the very fabric of ITV Saturday night primetime, or the smug self awareness that Chris Moyles brings to most things that he does (except the Kilimanjaro climb, that was awesome), the BBC wants to bring a bit of decorum to proceedings and sits potential suitors down over a table to see whether they can hit it off. 

Like a rampant ocelot in Selfridges, this program has no rhyme or reason to the people that it ruins the faces of. If you’re desperate to see people make a complete tit of themselves and judge people almost exclusively on their appearance, then World Series Of Dating is possibly the worst place to be. 

And that’s not a good thing.