AM I the only person getting thoroughly sick of Who Wants To Be a Millionaire. My housemates show an alarming fondness for this tripe and seem inordinately curious about whether the capital of Venezuela is a) Caracas b) Crackers c) London or d) a piece of useless information you will never again need in your life.

What makes it even worse is irritating Chris Tarrant whose continued existence is a matter of constant bewilderment.

The couple's version of this show has only made matters worse. Let's face it, the only reason to watch it is the hope that someone sooner or later is going to thump their partner.

And why should it stop at couples? Like Groundhog Day or Rocky movies you can see this go on for ever. Why not have work pals appearing together. Why not neighbours sitting beside each other, separated only by a privet hedge?

The only solution seems to be to turn the TV off. But frankly that is too radical a solution to even contemplate.