TV recommendation #5:

Kings of Pastry
Of Time and the City
Head Over Heels in Rats
Storyville: The Photographer
The Real Magnificent Men in their Flying Machines: A Wonderland Film

TV recommendation #4:

A Question of Taste
Survivors: Despicable Dick
The Many Faces of Les Dawson
The Interrupters - How to Stop a Riot
Storyville: Murder on a Sunday Morning

TV recommendation #3:

White Tribe

Bodysnatchers of New York

Crooked Tarts and Coronets

419: The Internet Romance Scam

Sticks & Stones (about attitudes towards disability, not racism documentary of same name)

TV recommendation #2:

The Air Hospital
The Nurture Room
The Merits of Ferrets
The Great Piano Scam
The Revenge of the Bin Men

TV recommendation #1:

Coppers

We Feed the World

True Stories: Gypsy Blood
The Untold Tommy Cooper
Inside Nature's Giants: Rogue Baboon

Anecdote #5:

My fella is appalled by the state the staff leave the toilets - shit floating in and smeared around the toilet bowl, piss puddles on the seat etc. at the large media hub in Salford Quays that he currently (temporarily) works. Today the shit got even worse - he went for a quick wee and was faced with a toilet seat smeared with shite. After pissing in another toilet and cleaning his hands thoroughly like the good, hygienic man that he is, he decided to take a stand against the scruffs...

Anecdote #4:

I was walking down York Street in Heywood when across the road I espied an old man with a doll's head on a stick poking out of the top of his fastened coat. At the dentists, my mouth grew numb, I heard on the radio a disgusted Rochdale lady speak of a local prostitute who frequently got into "automobiles" in broad daylight while kids played nearby on a residential street. It sounded like it was the first time that she had ever said automobile.

Anecdote #3:

My fella's middle-aged manager knew the name of a recent rap song that was playing on the radio, much to everybody's suprise.

"How do you know that?", they asked him.

"I've got my finger on the knob of youth", said the manager.

Anecdote #2:

An old man asked me for a bottle of 'panini' beer. Shortly afterwards a girl told me that she liked to go for a walk to unwind but she put it, "I like to spread my legs".

Anecdote #1:

I'd like to share with you the story of how I was asked by a drunk middle-aged Glaswegian with a glass eye, wearing double denim, for my hand in marriage, on the packed tram on the way home from work a month or so ago...

I was standing wedged betwixt other commuters when at Deansgate the lone Glaswegian embarked, singing, nay shouting John Lennon's 'Imagine', spitting and waving and mouthing