Skins (E4); The Convention Crasher (C4): When we first see him, Tony is spying on the naked woman openly parading herself in an upstairs window of a neighbouring house.

She obviously wants him to look, so it would be rude of him not to.

Tony is at college but this new series, from the makers of Shameless, is less about studying (apart from the nude human form) and more about a group of friends whose priorities are sex, drugs and rock'n'roll.

Mind you, Tony's dad (Harry Enfield) doesn't set a good example with paunch hanging over his boxers, face contorted with rage and remarks peppered with obscenities. When he screams at his son, "You take me for a complete James Blunt, don't you?", it's difficult not to agree with the sentiment.

The first boisterous episode was concerned with Tony's mate Sid losing his cherry or, as they put it here, "tonight you present Mr Happy with the keys to the furry city". Well, I did say this was from the Shameless people so nudity, bad language and a dirty sense of humour are obligatory. Skins is bright, breezy fun. And any series with a character called Madison Twatter - that's Mad Twatter, to you - can't be all bad.

Justin Lee Collins seemed insane to become a Tom Jones impersonator in The Convention Crasher. As he himself observed, "He's a tall, slim, good-looking guy and I'm a short, fat, hairy Bristolian who looks like he's been hit in the face with an oar".

The Friday Night Project presenter was off to a convention of lookalikes and tribute artists in Florida with the intention of joining in himself. Finding someone for him to impersonate seemed obvious as he looks like Bee Gee Barry Gibb. Unfortunately, he didn't sound like him. So, tonight Matthew, he opted to be Tom Jones despite a black wig making him look more like Rory McGrath.

At the convention, he was surrounded by Marilyn Monroes, Chers, Jack Nicholsons and a financial consultant from Chicago making his debut as Bill Clinton. Politicians are big business. The chap who pretends to be George W Bush - he looks like the real thing and seems a lot brighter - commands 35,000 dollars a performance.

But I have to report that former secretary of state Colin Powell, the fake not the real one, is struggling to find work.

Collins duly performed as the Welsh singer for agents and talent scouts - "a gaggle of Simon Cowells" - assembled to watch and, perhaps, book the lookalikes and tribute performers. Singing Delilah and It's Not Unusual, he displayed a powerful voice although visually he never convinced me.

A woman did throw her knickers on stage, which pleased him. "I can feel the power of the pants, I'm becoming Tom Jones," he said triumphantly.

He was good enough to get the promise of a week's work in the US and the top lookalike judge went further, saying he had the potential to become one of the best Tom Jones impersonators in the world.

Personally, I wouldn't advise him to give up the day job.