Yes, it’s our *cough* weekly feature on the good shit rocking our collective boat – and all that stuff we thought of two minutes ago while trying to fill the list up.

1 Stewart Lee/How I Escaped My Certain Fate If we were clever here, if we were clever, yeah. If we... at Shabby Culture. If we were clever, we would review this book, yeah, this book by Stewart Lee... we'd review it, wouldn't we Glasgow, we'd review it in the style, in the style of, the style of Stew, wouldn't we. There'd be long reflective pauses, there'd be in-jokes, extensive enlightening footnotes*, and you'd feel, that you were part of it, Glasgow, but at the same time, that you were five steps behind. We wouldn't say that Stewart Lee is Jesus - that's not for us to say - but if he was Jesus, if he was, and he might be, this would be His Gospels according to Him. And lo, it is good.

*Which are all much funnier and longer than this footnote.

2 Anthony Beevor/Stalingrad Shabby Culture isn't only reading about endless painful struggles against a seemingly inevitable failure turned around at the last by an uncrushable tenacity and hate in Stewart Lee's book. We've also been reading Stalingrad. Remember in Peep Show when Mark keeps referring to it? How it was a comic trope suggesting how flawed he is, that he takes refuge from his pointless life in historical horror, and how that makes him much, much worse? Well when Shabby saw all 512 pages staring up at us from Crouch End Oxfam, we knew this was a line we shouldn't cross. We asked our girlfriend - yes, we have a collective girlfriend - we asked "If I buy this, will I look psychotic?" The fateful answer came back "No". It was polished off in three days, like a prone Panzer corps in the Kessel, and we are now so knee-deep in History Porn, we don't know who we are any more. But we do know we'd like to be a sniper when we grow up. And wear epaulettes.

3 South Park/Seasons 10-14 Shabby Culture hasn't only been unable to tear itself away from the chronicle of a continent descending into terror, horror and farce in Stalingrad. We've also been watching South Park do the same for America. Unlike The Simpsons, which somewhere along the way became little funnier or smarter than a 'Bart Marley' top bought in Camden Market in 1994, or Family Guy which has ploughed the same furrow so hard that an eight-year-old knows when the joke’s coming and what it's going to be, South Park has got better and better year-on-year for five years. Any issue they look at - the etymology of the word 'fag', wrestling, modern-day pirates - are addressed with more nuance and laughs in 22 minutes than Rory Bremner has managed in his overlong, wasted, empty life. That John Major is a bit boring, isn't he? Go on the site above and learn how and what to think about everything.

4 Damien Jurado Richard Swift, chronicler of poor record deals and twilit romance, has been parachuted in to turn Damien Jurado's folky tales into dense, Spectoresque drama. For a taste we have a couple of free mp3s, Arkansas here and Cloudy Shoes in the box, luscious breakouts from recent album Saint Bartlett (probably about Jed). Swifty (as he obviously isn't known) will be hooking up with Jurado on a UK tour this September.

5 Vexed, Sunday, BBC2 9pm Fuck you, Radio Times. You humourless shit bags. Here's a part of their review: "[Vexed] appears to be a Valhalla for dated jokes. The phrase ‘ginger pussy’ sends Toby Stephens's DI Jack Armstrong into paroxysms of mirth. Nice to know the spirit of Mrs Slocombe lives on in 2010. Never mind, though, because there's something to offend everyone: women, women with cancer, gay men... By the end you will be begging its two horrible main characters to please SHUT UP!" The fact that he finds the joke funny is funny. Not the joke itself, you total twats. Vexed is quality stupidity that is approximately a third as sexist and malign as shit piles like Pete versus Life. So, once again, Fuck You, Radio Times. Blimey, that was cathartic.