In a bygone episode of Filthy Rich and Catflap, Rik Mayall’s hapless fool inadvertently murders a series of milkmen. Flash-forward a quarter of a century and, in marginally less slapstick a fashion, the BAFTA-winning ASBO cast of Misfits (E4, Thu 11 Nov, 10pm) are accidentally bumping off their probation workers. If you saw series one, you’ll know that this bunch of orange boiler-suited miscreants are no ordinary young crims. During a weird storm, a lightning strike handed them all superpowers, among them invisibility, the ability to hear thoughts and immortality. It was quickly dubbed Skins meets Heroes, but thankfully is way less annoying than the former and takes itself somewhat less seriously than the latter.

And if you can sweep from your mind the producers’ sweaty-palmed obsession with connecting the show to its base via Twitter, YouTube and Facebook, what you are left with is a comedy-drama with a lot of heart, swathes of wit and genuinely chilling interludes. Sure, the jerky chase sequences are straight out of Charlie Brooker’s zombie drama Dead Set and the grey haze that occasionally pops up on the edges of the frame might make you think you’ve been dropped into a Marilyn Manson video, but the show’s ingenuity makes you forget all that surface flim-flam. In the series opener, a disturbed shapeshifter threatens to split the group asunder while in the second episode, a grizzled Dexter Fletcher (44 years of age!?) shows up as one misfit’s long-lost father.