Jokes at the expense of others: what Britons do best.
You'd think Al Murray's stage persona, The Pub Landlord, would have difficulty sustaining a sitcom. And youd be right. The cast are playing to the back row of the studio audience, but that wont matter if you have any appreciation for lowbrow humour, and in this respect TGP is consistently funny. The tawdry Londons worst pub setting is perfect for the endless parade of dick, tit and fart jokes, all crammed around Murrays patented subversion of British bigotry. The support cast are rarely more than sounding boards, with the notable exceptions of Phil Daniels (brilliant as a revolting barfly), and backpacking barmaid Julia Sawalha. Pleasures dont get much more guilty than this.