A WHOLE host of new programmes have arrived in a wave over the past couple of weeks.

Some completely fresh and new, some old favourites and others simply inspired by well-loved originals.

Unsurprisingly, some are better than others.

The one that has stood out for me, for sheer awfulness, is probably Dawn French's Little Big Shots.

It's sole purpose, which it wears unashamedly on its sleeve, is to showcase the talents and personalities of a host of youngsters who each have something special to share with us.

The internet had clearly been exhaustingly trawled in order to gather up as many kids as possible whose posts on You Tube had garnered millions of hits.

So far there has been a nine-year-old boy who is a piano virtuoso, a pair of ballroom dancers and a little boy whose bedroom goal celebration and huge personality earned him a million re-posts and shares on Facebook.

Despite having the least amount of talent, he was the most entertaining, but really this was sort of a pointless show.

As Dawn intones in the introduction, there are no prizes, no judges, only the talents of the children on show for all to enjoy.

But sadly it was excruciating and dare I say it, a bit dull.

Here is a little girl who can sing, here is another who can dance.

Even Dawn cracking her best jokes, which none of the kids got, couldn't save it.

The thought that this is actually a series rather than a one-off astounds me.

Although I am amazed the producers of Top Gear think it is a good idea to script everything Matt Le Blanc and his two co-presenters say.

In the first episode of the new series, notably without Chris Evans who did not do well in the re-launched previous series, they all took reliable cars across Kazhakstan.

Which was pretty entertaining - but everything they said sounded stilted and pre-rehearsed.

Matt, the seasoned actor, came across slightly wooden so the other two had no hope.  What's wrong with letting them engage in a bit of banter and see where it takes them ?

The second series of Lucky Man, however, has been a breath of Fresh Air along with the third and final outing for Broadchurch.

Despite its sensitive handling of very serious subject matter, the relationship between David Tennant and Olivia Colman's characters is extremely well-observed and the script excellent.

The highlight being when she told him she didn't know everyone in the town because it 'isn't Trumpton.'

Maybe that's only a reference us 40-somethings will get.