Right, so everyone is going on about how amazing Save Me Too is, but having missed the first series, I’m playing catch-up here. If you’re also late to the party, read on, because this is a cracking show and there are plenty of eps lined up.

The Save Me saga is a Lennie James showcase, in that he’s the star and he also wrote it. I’m always wildly impressed when actors turn out to be good writers as well. I am pretty sure that everyone can act, particularly Brits - literally any one of us could get cast in Downton and make a decent stab at it, but not many of us could write a good script, much less one that grips you from the off. But that’s what Lennie’s done with Save Me, which is busy, engrossing, colourful and confounding. He plays Nelson ‘Nelly’ Rowe, a cheerful bounder who’s dipping his wick rather liberally around London, sneaks shots in his morning cuppa and gets a bit too shouty with spliffy students in the pub. He’s flawed, innit, but is also happy to take on (one of) his girlfriend’s cosmetics delivery round when she’s sick, so we know he’s fundamentally an OK bloke. Or is he? Just as you start to think of him as a loveable shameless rogue, the police barge in and charge him with abducting his estranged daughter, Jody.

To add weight to my claim that everyone in Britain can act, everyone in Save Me is great. Kerry Godliman as Teens, Nelly’s coughing girlfriend; Susan Lynch as the put-upon pub landlady; Suranne Jones barely keeping a lid on her teeming panic as Jody’s mother Claire – what’s the collective noun for a group of fabulous actresses? A Judi? Then there’s Stephen Graham playing a bespectacled pint-drinker, a seemingly low-key role that you just know is going to get meatier, because it’s Stephen fucking Graham. There’s a pleasing Line of Duty feel here (same producers) – this runaway vehicle is going to take a series of abrupt about-turns before the police catch up with it, and every change of direction will leave us breathless.

There’s also a nice juxtaposition of class, with Nelly kipping in Teens’ cramped flat while his former lover Claire sits by her suburban swimming pool; students murdering Mumford & Sons at the pub karaoke while the locals watch stony-faced; a guy practising tai chi as a yelling Nelly is bundled in to the police van. All of life is here - and I bet they’re all up to their necks in it. I found myself doing the classic whodunnit thing of pointing and bellowing ‘he did it!’ when literally anyone walked on screen. At the moment, my money’s on Claire’s husband (a rotter), Stephen Graham (often plays baddies), Jody’s best friend (a creep) who left a photo of them on her gate, and one of the coppers (because Line of Duty).

With so much good TV stockpiled, you really don’t need to bother with the bad, and a case in point is Have I Got News For You. This week’s episode came courtesy of Zoom, and was a bit excruciating, with Steph McGovern’s fake eyelashes gamely hosting from her kitchen, as the panel made noble efforts to be funny in their respective studies. Miles Jupp looked miserable, and the laughs echoed uncomfortably, after an agonising slight delay. I felt sorry for them, and sympathy is not great for satire. Question Time works beautifully without an audience, but HIGNFY doesn’t, and should be put in full lockdown for the duration. Or maybe Lennie James can abduct it. That would be the next season sewn up. Save I Got News For You, anyone?

• Save Me, and Save Me Too, 6 episodes each, Sky Atlantic
• Have I Got News For You, BBC One, Fridays, 9pm