TV View: Just one of those telly weeks. Calamitous. For example, are we the only ones who, whenever we switch over to Sky Sports 2 and settle down for a day's cricket, bad light, just as we have our cushions comfy, stops play?

So far there must have been 17,000 hours of play between South Africa and England in this series but we've yet to see any of it. All we got over the weekend was a thunderstorm that contained so much electricity it would have had your average ESB executive purring.

Then, yesterday, there was another helping of bad light just as we tuned in. We arrived as the batsmen were tucking their bats under their arms and heading for the safety of the pavilion.

This led to a heated exchange between David Gower (ex-batsman) and Bob Willis (ex-bowler), the former concluding that it was perfectly reasonable for batsmen to depart the scene if the light was iffy; the latter as good as alleging that such batsmen possess all the manliness of a squeezed lemon.

Willis insisted these bats people should only be allowed leg it if the conditions are dangerous.

"But how do you define 'dangerous'," asked Gower.

Willis, if he reflected on Gower's England career, could have said: "For you, 'dangerous' was when you received a delivery that had even a smidgeon of outswing, every one of which you couldn't resist flashing at, every one of which you tapped into the hands of the slip who had just finished telling his fellow-slips, 'Wait'll you see, the blondie leftie will flash at this outswinger and tap it in to my hands'." But he resisted.

Although the ever-so-slight upward curl of his mouth suggested he was tempted.

"If you define dangerous," Gower continued, "as somebody pointing a gun at you, well, you're never going to get that in cricket, are you?"

Willis, almost drowned out by the sound of gun-toting bowlers in the background (note to the South African Tourist Board: we're just kidding), nodded, but added: "I think one broken finger in exchange for 200 hours more cricket around the world, instead of play being stopped because of indifferent light, is a risk worth taking."

"Well, we'll take your finger then," said Gower.

"Okay," Willis replied, as he offered his right forefinger to his former team-mate. Joking.

So that was our cricketing experience. Tennis? Don't start. Like the BBC we decided, on Friday night/early hours of Saturday morning, that Tim Henman's Australian Open campaign was looking promising enough to tune in to. So, the Beeb provided us with live coverage of his match against Nicolay Davydenko.

So, having acquired a distinctly soft spot for Tim ever since the Sun told its readers that "Timbo's a real Dimbo", we watched as he was annihilated 4-6, 2-6, 2-6 by a player we'd never heard of.

Expert BBC co-commentator person John Lloyd wasn't impressed. His sighs even out-sighed Gay Byrne when that Who Wants To Be A Millionaire contestant told him Shakespeare had written: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me - a few bob" for the £100 question.

Of course, the evil that men do lives after them. The Cardiff Blues, therefore, will pay for it in the after-life after beating Connacht in the Celtic League, live on Setanta on Saturday.

Two points from this game: (1) how did the Setanta reporter keep a straight face when she introduced Cardiff's coach before the match? Dai Young. His parents, evidently, have a sense of humour. A wicked one.

(2) Our personal highlight from the game actually came on radio. "He was a mile offside," said the sidekick of RTÉ commentator Michael Corcoran.

"Let's get it right," said Corcoran, "he was 1.6 kilometres offside."

And no doubt Dai Young celebrated with 0.568 of a litre of the hard stuff after the game.

The only bright spot in an otherwise unrewarding week of sporting television came on Football Focus on the BBC where we were treated to an interview with the last Chelsea manager to win the league. No, not Jose Mourinho (yes, 10 points is a big lead, but it's not over yet). Roy Bentley (1955).

Why so happy? Because a year ago an official from the London Football Association attended Roy's funeral, telling the mourners that he had seen "Roy play on many occasions" and was surprised there were not more football people at the funeral. At which point he was told he was at the funeral of Roy Bentley, a former employee of the Sun, not Roy Bentley, the former Chelsea striker and manager. The latter, we're happy to report, is still breathing. Which, he claimed, is more than can be said, in Premiership-title-chasing terms, for Jose's pals, Arsene and Alex.