There was a moment in a recent episode of one of the best television shows of all time - The A-Team - that held the nub of the show's brilliance.
Colonel Hannibal Smith, the leader of the heroic crew of Vietnam veterans, baits a group of evil redneck types by shooting at them, then sprints away to lead them into a trap.
Along a dirt track in the middle of redneck territory he gallops, when lo and behold, he finds himself pursued by said rednecks in trucks, dune buggies and all sorts of vehicular traffic.
Terrifically, Hannibal runs for a good few minutes, yet despite apparently at something of a disadvantage, he manages to stay well ahead, before his friends Mr T, the Face and Murdock save the day with what would normally be deadly violence.
It is just that blithe disregard for reality - a man outrunning cars - that makes this show so very good.
And nobody gets badly hurt! For those of you unplugged from the very best of modern culture, The A-Team is a group of former United States Army Special Forces personnel who work as soldiers of fortune while on the run from the army, after being branded as war criminals for a crime they did not commit.
Best of all, the team features B. A. Baracus, or Mr T, or Laurence Tureaud.
Look out for the gold chains.
The A-Team was ridiculous in the 1980s, but that didn't stop me from watching it then.
It is ridiculous now, and the same applies.
It appeared just before the worldwide outbreak of irony - in fact, it possibly caused the worldwide outbreak of irony.
Enjoy it on Sky channel The Box, weekdays at 5pm.
Also good at the moment is the British comedian Marc Wootton's La La Land (TV1).
You can tell it's good, because it's on at 11.05pm on a Friday night.
Wootton, who was also in the very good Gavin & Stacey, stars as three stupid and unpleasant British people trying to find fame, fortune and happiness in Los Angeles.
Brendan is a wannabe documentary maker with a new idea of filming sharks under water using a cage, Shirley is a psychic medium on the run from the authorities in the UK, and Gary is an East London taxi driver using the inheritance from his late porn-star mother to forge a new career as an action hardman ... you get the idea.
The characters are fictitious, but, according to the publicity at least, everybody else in the show is completely real, and unaware they are talking to an actor.
I find that hard to believe, but stay up late on Friday and check for yourself.
La La Land is funny.
