Waking The Dead (BBC1); The Ultimate Hellraiser (C4); Celebrity Big Brother (C4): SEX, drugs, rock'n'roll.

That's got your attention, just as it was impossible not to be fascinated and repelled at the same time by the outrageous antics and overindulgences of the 25 bad boys and girls of rock catalogued in The Ultimate Hellraiser.

They took drugs, bedded girls, trashed hotel rooms and decapitated live chickens on stage as they did their best - worst? - to live up to the image of hellraising rockers.

Most came from the past, or were rock dinosaurs still trying to be men behaving badly when they're approaching bus pass age. A few have reformed, although I don't really buy the image of any of them tucked up in bed by 10pm with a mug of cocoa and a good book, rather than a pile of coke and a bad woman.

The most we can hope of today's younger hellraisers is for them to escape from the Celebrity Big Brother house, as Towers of London's Donny did after only a few days of incarceraton.

We were promised an all-swearing, all-spitting, all-anti-social punk villain and got, if not a pussycat, then someone who seemed to be prepared to tolerate a little inconvenience for the sake of promoting their music career.

Alas, the appearance of Jade Goody's family was too much to ask of anyone. The prospect of being their servant was too gruesome to contemplate.

Donny climbed over the fence and escaped, pausing only to say: "I'm not waiting hand and foot on some effing moron and her family". I sympathised with him - after five minutes of Jade's incessant and inane chatter, I was ready to leave too.

Back at The Ultimate Hellraiser, Alice Cooper put the record straight about the headless chicken, saying he wasn't responsible for the mutilation.

What happened was that someone threw a live chicken on stage and he threw it back. People in the front rows proceeded to tear it apart and, as those seats were reserved for certain people, Cooper informed us that "people in wheelchairs killed the chicken".

It was a mystery that didn't require Waking The Dead's Trevor Eve and his oh-so-serious cold case unit. The series returned with a story more gruesome than the prospect of Jade on Mastermind.

The body of a teenager who'd drowned in concrete in 1990 was the object of their attention. Intriguingly, a piece of bitten-off ear lobe - someone else's - was found in his stomach. The case was complicated by flagellating nuns, hounds from hell, bare-knuckle fighting and a witness screaming, "I need protection from the devil".

As we've come to expect from Waking The Dead, this wasn't a barrel of laughs - more a barrel of rotting body parts. Yet the series exerts a gruesome fascination, rather like watching hellraisers who resemble the living dead after years of substance and other abuse.

The number one spot went to Motley Crue's Nikki Sixx, a man who came back from the dead. In 1987, he ended up in hospital after a bender went wrong.

He flatlined which, for most, would have been the end. Drugs saved him - he was injected with something to reverse the effect of the heroin overdose.

Once revived, he checked out of hospital, drove home and carried on partying. He even wrote a song about it - Kick Start My Heart. That's true hellraising.