It always starts with a death. Sometimes brutal, sometimes natural, always tragic. One man is chopped up by an industrial dough mixer , another wanks himself to death in autoerotic asphyxiation like he was Peaches Geldof's absent father figure. And the corpse always ends up at Fisher & Sons Funeral Home. Welcome to Six Feet Under, HBO's dark, gentle and inspirational mortuary drama that left this mortal coil in 2005. The dead guy du jour comes with a story that reflects and comments upon the current difficulties of the Fishers. As dysfunctional families go, they are your regular more-or-less loving messed up bunch. Family patriarch Nathaniel Fisher senior (Richard Jenkins) dies in the pilot as wayward son Nate junior (Peter Krause) returns home to Christmas from Seattle. His brother David (Aerial Telly's close personal friend Michael C. Hall) who bust his hump working for the family business, is aghast to discover Nate senior left Nate junior 50% of the business. It's that old prodigal son parable. Don't worry - piss your life away. Somebody will always be there to bail you out. Six Feet Under.

The Inbetweeners

E4

E4 has tackled teenagers before with mixed results. Skins showed promise before descending into gimmickry and pretension. And if you saw the 19-year-old Aerial Telly was "tackling" last weekend you would agree that teenagers can be a handful. So how to handle a comedy about teenagers? Is it not doomed to failure? Comedy is hard to write at the best of times never mind taking into account the insanity of adolescence. E4 have come up with The Inbetweeners, set in the hell of state school sixth form and you know what? It's something of a diamond. The Inbetweeners.

Amir Khan, World Champion before the end of the year? Get the fuck out of here

Go on - get

It's Bank Holiday weekend. More misery and loneliness for you, more partying and pum-pum for Aerial Telly. But he has not come here to gloat. If you think that you can just shut your skank ass up, shut it the hell up, shut it up right now. Because Aerial Telly has come to give you another of his fantastic value boxing bets. On Betfair, there is a market on whether or not Amir Khan will be a champion of the world by the end of 2008. No, is the correct bet, he believes. He has backed No at 1.75, 1.8 and laid Yes at 2.28, 2.3. He even has a bit more left up 1.8 if any damn fool fancies taking him on. But he is recommending that you put up offers at anything over 1.5. Amir Khan World Champion before the end of the year? Get the fuck out of here.

Battlestar Galactica Season 4

SciFi

There is an excellent YouTube recap of the first three seasons of Battlestar Galactica below. It's for "people" new to the show though to be honest it's just as necessary for people like Aerial Telly who have watched every episode. It's a demanding and occasionally confusing show. Telling human from cylon, good from bad, monotheist from polytheist is never straightforward. That's what makes it such a rewarding watch, of course, but seriously, avail yourself of the geeky Galactica resources on the net to keep yourself up to speed vis-a-vis who's fucking who, which version of Six that is and who had what vision about which particular nebula and how that relates to the book of Exodus. It's a complex and intricate mythology but definitely worth your while if you're serious about learning the way of the reimagined Battlestar Galactica, one of the best shows on television. Battlestar Galactica Season 4

Advertisers continue to insult our intelligence

The Guardian

"People" are always complaining about adverts and it's usually down to a tragic misunderstanding. There's nothing wrong with complaining about adverts, but "people" tend to complain about the wrong ones. With the release of the 2007 figures from the Advertising Standards Authority, Aerial Telly took the opportunity to take the entire advertising industry to task for the "things" they "do" that bother him. Advertisers continue to insult our intelligence

Heather Mills: what really happened

Channel 4

I know what you're thinking "Paul McCartney's a billionaire so fuck him. Fuck him in his rancid hasn't-made-a-good-record-in-decades arse. Think I give a ha'penny jizz about him getting taken for a few million? Hell nawwww papi." Ok, I see your point. But what about the salesman she married and left for a ski instructor? You must feel for him? "Fuck him" you say " He's a salesman - not one of those bitches deserves to breathe the same air as the rest of us". Jesus - you don't hold back. Right then. Won't somebody think of the children? The children, I say? "Fuck Stella in her ear along with the rest of the fashionista plankton." Hm . So we really do have a victimless crime then? What were the odds? Heather Mills: what really happened

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