Martin/Roman Kemp, Bradley/Barney Walsh, Larry/GeorgeLamb. Watching this family chemistry in the context of tediously drawn out formats and sickly dialogue begs the question: what is normal? Though I know this question is being read through the conjunctivitis swollen eyelids of a selection of the most depraved human specimens on the planet, I suggest that most healthy fathers and sons know the sweet value of apartness and the hollow words begrudgingly whispered between clenched teeth: "Come again soon, boy, you're always welcome." This is such dire TV the only thing to do is throw all these fake happy families into a dark room with a Stanley Knife and a Club Hammer suspended from the ceiling, winner takes all, last man standing, filmed in infra red. That might be worth watching and it least it carries a bit more credibility.