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I'm not sure that it's a good idea to let Billy Connolly do pieces to camera while he's driving. He amuses himself so much that he can be a risk to other road users. He nearly swerved off the road entirely at one point in Billy Connolly's Route 66, while telling us about an enterprising brothel owner who had set up his establishment in a railcar on a stretch of track crossing a county line. When the police arrived from one direction the customers would pile out and push the whole thing into another jurisdiction. "I LOVE that!" roared Connolly, getting the giggles so badly at the idea of all the "bare-assed" customers that his three-wheeler began to drift dangerously towards the verge.

He loves a lot of things does Billy, which, along with the unbridled pleasure at his own jokes, could easily be a bit off-putting. Indiscriminate enthusiasm and comic self-regard aren't always winning characteristics. Somehow, though, he gets away with it. I suppose it's partly because the enthusiasm, though very broadly spread, is spiked with an equally vigorous distaste. Donald Trump was at the receiving end in last night's programme for an act of architectural vandalism in Chicago. "C'mere and I'll show you where that bugger spoiled it," said Billy, who has a very chummy way with the lens (largely, I suspect, because he disregards all those old nostrums about imagining your old mum at home and simply talks to the crew). He pointed to one of Trump's multi-story gewgaws and scowled. "He wants to be the president! Place would be a toilet if he became the president".