The Love Box in Your Living Room

Tiny glimpses of the humour we used to see from Mr Enfield and Mr Whitehouse, like diamonds in dreck they were hard to spot, it was a good cast wasted on what could have been great but was instead a hodge podge of misfires and calamities.

I expected more from two of the funniest men in TV, not stilted and frankly boring slices of dullness. Thankfully there is only one part so hopefully in one hundred years time we will have some sort of mind ray to help us forget this ever existed, it's an hour of my life I wouldn't relive as a nightmare or unless I was paid two million plus pounds in cash in plastic bags.