SHOOTING STARS BBC2, 10pm

What to do with Vic and Bob? I've always fancied seeing their skew-whiff history of pop myself, taking us from Elvis to the Arctic Monkeys with the pair of them playing all the parts - there's surely half an hour in Vic Reeves as the very camp bloke out of Mud and Bob Mortimer leathered up as Alvin Stardust. I'd watch that.

No? Well, how about letting them give us their surreal take on surrealism? Vic on Salvador Dali. That could be fun. Vic's a better artist than Rolf Harris and Rolf got his own art series. Or maybe give them a slot on The One Show, showing us the extraordinariness of ordinary people or the ordinariness of extraordinary people (that would be better than Phil Tufnell, surely).

Oh hang on a moment, the Beeb has come up with an idea. What's that? A new series of Shooting Stars. Well, I suppose it's something. Not much of something, though.

It's pretty much the same as the old series of Shooting Stars. Jack Dee's replaced Mark Lamarr. And there's a new set.

But otherwise it's as you were. The Dove from Above. Lots of thigh-rubbing. Slightly sexist jokes at Ulrika-ka-ka's expense. The odd funny line: "What's Amy Winehouse's favourite tube station? High Barnet." And finish on a song.

Shooting Stars is the televisual equivalent of one of those Radio 4 comedy quiz shows that have been running for 40 years. It's mildly amusing. And that's OK.

It's just that once upon a time we expected a bit more from Vic and Bob. Even comedy revolutionaries, it seems, are co-opted into the establishment eventually.