I prefer "The Apes of Wrath".

Behold, yet another amazing televison programme (proper spelling for those with stick inserted in ass) I wish I was cool enough to have known about when it came out. Also I wish I had dual British citizenship, but that's a matter I intend to fix right up with a trip to the local ex-pat pub, dressed in nary but a mesh bodystocking and some roller blades.

It's a fantastic tale of ill-fated hi-jinx at a hospital bulit on the mouth of hell, staffed by a crack team led by a be-spectacled anti-hero. This, then, is Garth Marenghi's Darkplace.

I loved him as Simon in The Office, and I love Matthew Holness even more after seeing this delightful romp of sci-fi dedicated to lampooning the pompous. The self-obsessed jackass that is Garth Marenghi will remind you of that idiot that wants to go on and on about the nature of satire and its implications on modern commedia del'arte while you're just trying to have a drink, a self-important, shameless diatribe in which they encourage you to talk, oh I don't know, maybe about Derek & Clive, and then shoot you down for even trying to engage with them. Garth portrays with aplomb the kind of dude who laughs at all your jokes if he thinks you're pretty & he's dating you, but only because he wants a hummer later. Ladies, we all know the type.

Check it out- it's playing on Sci Fi right now at some god-awful time, so hook up that there DVR. Also at that link- you can watch the first episode over the web, which may make you shit milk out your snot holes. And if you're British, feel free to drop me a line as I am shamelessly trolling for that handy dandy passport of which I spoke. Ta!