I think I've just had a religious experience.
No, not the unwrapping of my new netbook (it's so diddy!) but the jaw dropping moment of TV History when Stephen (Usual Suspects, er... that's it) Baldwin introduced Jordan's Boyfriend Alex to God. And Jesus. And Faith. (Calm down Pricey, it's a belief, not some woman you'll have to bash up at a night club).
Hilarious. In fact, possibly the funniest telly so far this year. And that includes the other night when modest cage fighter Alex announced that seeing as he is no longer in the army he now plans to use his celebrity to end wars and bring peace.
Yes, really. I'm not making this up.
Makes you wish you had Sky Plus though doesn't it? I for one could happily gawk at both incidents again and again and again. Hopefully by the ninth or tenth viewing I would stop going red at the horror though I can't be sure.
I tell you, it's really tested my new year resolution to watch Question Time weekly and not just when someone funny is on. (Actually, you could argue that's pretty much every week anyway). How can I watch Kenneth Clark wearing Terry Wogan's hair when Celebrity(ish) Big Brother is on? It's just so hard to be a brainiac when twelve people I've never heard of are locked in a house and forced to try and do the washing up. In tonight's episode - other than the second coming of God - a grumpy young person refused to do the washing up as it would take her 'like fucking all day' (well it was a spoon and a saucepan - nightmare) while another grumpy young person audaciously ate a corned beef sandwich even though it made Vinnie 'Soccer Hardman' Jones cross.
Dear me - and they say 'Allo 'Allo was a low point.
Anyway, Grumpy Washing Up Young Person is going out with one of the Rolling Stones, which in itself shows a lack of judgement remarkable even by complete and utter nit wit standards. She picked the one that looks even more like a scarecrow than all the others which I appreciate doesn't narrow it down by much but I'm afraid you'll have to do your best on this one.
Of course, the wife he left for the current Mrs Gummidge has already done her reality penance by spending several weeks pre-Christmas being hauled around a dance floor by Brendan with the hair who is From Australia. And inevitably Brendan had been on another reality show himself. They don't do it anymore due to complaints by human rights protestors but it was the one where they all got sent to a desert island with George Best's son until somebody cracked. Well you would, wouldn't you? I'd give myself seven minutes before volunteering to be waterboarded as an alternative.
But maybe I'm just being churlish. Sometimes it's nice to escape from the gigantic QI brain of Stephen Fry and revel in the moment that some bloke who makes a living from being shut in a cage and walloped by another bloke, finds God. Even if he did look faintly uncomfortable having to hold hands with a Baldwin.
But as Steven B himself said, 'Brother, you are about to have the most fun in your life.'
I reckon I already am.