Everyone involved in it, from the conception through the commissioning to the acting, should feel embarassed, and should fear the sight of their face in the mirror, lest their subconscious make them stab themselves in the mouth as an act of mercy. It is truly a turd.
Amazing that people in a country where Terry Pratchett and Robert Rankin sell by the bucketload would think they could get away with this kind of tenth-rate abortion of an attempt at humour.
Incidentally has anyone tried to televise Robert Rankin? The Brentford Trilogy would be pretty entertaining if done well.