it’s me. Dear Dawn, you come across as a good wee spud, as does the right-on reverend character you played in The Vicar of Dibley in Lockdown (BBC1, Monday). Beloved by millions, the show has been brought back for Christmas to bring cheer where there is little. A televisual shot-in-the-arm while we wait for the real one. A tonic for the troops. Yet I cannot stand it. Its tweeness makes me want to claw my skin off. Smug, calculated, painful in even the tiniest of doses, it’s the comedy equivalent of a skelf in the thumb. Admittedly, I did watch only the first of three short films in which your Reverend Geraldine give a sermon by Zoom, and I hear the second is a sight to see.