Formerly the youngest associate producer in US TV history, Ben Fogg chose to spurn his party-heavy lifestyle and six-figure salary to chance his arm as a comedian. His late father, a gregarious surgeon who had a proclivity for fast cars and for driving them too fast, was horrified by the news of his son's career change and he penned a significant missive to crystallise his disdain.

During a rambling preamble, Fogg disingenuously assures his audience that How I Won Best Newcomer 2017 is definitely not a 'dead dad' show, constructed to cynically cash in on his bereavement. In mitigation, it is an interesting and unpredictable story which Fogg assures us is all true.

Fogg is a charming performer and his disarming nature to some extent helps gloss over a significant lack of jokes. Throughout the show it's hard to shake the feeling that he's warming up to something more profound. When events do come to a head, a twist of sorts threatens to inject some life into the hour before it all peters out with a lackadaisical conclusion. Despite his hopeful show title, it's hard to imagine Fogg will bother the shortlists anytime soon.

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