Somewhere deep in there, nestling in beside Lancashire train numbers from the 1930's and bats mating habits, lies a deeply frustrated man.

Have you ever seen 'Falling Down'? So have I, and I fear for the good folk of Coronation Street. Someday, sooner rather than later, Roy will be pushed too far and go postal. That sturdy shopping bag could be concealing any manner of weapons, sharp implements, dirty bombs etc.

And when it happens, I'm holding Becky responsible. Becky, Weatherfield's brilliantly feisty, independent gobby waitress with a tongue that can terminally wound a male ego at 100 paces is living with Roy while Hayley continues her African odessey.

I always assumed that Hayley and Roy had separate bedrooms, so the mind boggles frankly at what he thinks when he sees his washing line. Poor old Roy, therefore is being forced to share his café, life, home with a 50's esque bombshell who is inexplicably sleeping with local goon Jason Grimshaw.

Picture the scene on Monday night, Roy arrives home early and is forced to share his kitchen with the permanently bemused looking Jason with his vest on back to front as Becky lies in her boudoir chain-smoking, cider swigging and hollering at Jason with Amy Winehouse providing the soundtrack.

A lesser man would have cracked what with all the underlying tension; I give Roy a fortnight. Let's just say, Norris and Rita better dig out those tin hats, there will be blood on the cobbles.

Across the street meanwhile, Gail's long last appeared and disappeared again among much gay granddad related hilarity.

Gail, Audrey and surrogatish (if that's a real word) daughter Tina acted as if they had never met a gay person before (Shaun obviously doesn't count) before giving the poor man a run down on the family.

Ok, there's Sarah-Lou who got pregnant at 12, fell in love with a guy who turned out to be gay (can you spot a theme emerging yet?), marry his brother than clear off to Milan, Gail who with her excellent taste in men managed to marry a serial killer, and criminal mastermind David whose currently residing at Her Majesty's Pleasure. Is it any wonder he cleared off back down south as soon as possible?

This week Aerial View witnessed the single most condescending piece of programming this year as Sarah Ferguson 'tried' to convince a family to Hull to eat healthily through a combination of haranguing, shaming and moral superiority.

Let's take a quick check, Fergie marries one of the less useful members of the Royal Family (rather like marrying the least talented one out of One True Voice), Marriage ends among scandal, acrimony and toe sucking, writes a book about a helicopter, and apparently becomes a massive success in the states promoting a weight loss company.

If she is so successful it sort of begs the question, why bother? It is exploitative, car crash television dressed up as serious social commentary.

It is less an attempt to assist a family that does admittedly need help as the British coming out party of Fergie: Diet Guru. Ferguson jetted off to 'Ull and met a family that appears to subsist on a diet of turkey burgers, microwaved sausages, bad skin and roll-ups.

It's just another lazy example of the class hatred genre. You know, the rash of pseudo documentaries that let the audience stare at the 'ghastly working class people' and their 'comical' regional accents. I needed a shower after watching it and I hope the producers did too.

I know that many of you won't admit it but top TV choice this week absolutely has to be the Eurovision Song Contest on Saturday night at 8pm. You can watch it on RTE1 but come on, that would be missing the whole point.

By watching on BBC1 you will get to see national treasure Terry Wogan being wheeled out again to provide eastern bloc conspiracy theories and to treat the proceedings in Belgrade with the gravitas that they so obviously deserve.

In that spirit I urge you vote Dustin! Please do the right thing, vote early and vote often. Europe is counting on you.

Getting away from Europe's finest/worst talent, check out Rescue Me on Sunday night at 11pm (RTE2) as both Tommy and Mike try to hide inconvenient truths, election day approaches in another gripping episode of the best drama ever to be aired on any television channel, The Wire on Monday night at 11.30pm (FX 165) and check out comic genius Andrew Maxwell on BBC1 at 10.50pm Monday night in Conflict Revolution.

Join Maxwell, lately of RTE2's The Panel, as he attempts two gigs in the same night on the Shankhill and Falls Roads as he attempts to put his troubles material 'beyond use'.

So join us next time for more reviews, previews and utterly unconstructive criticism.