FACED with the option of being preached to by Jamie, an old James Bond or Holby City, I did the only thing any sensible viewer would do in the circumstances and headed off to the outer regions of last night's viewing.

Over on BBC3, Last Man Standing has become one of highlights of the week as far as I'm concerned.

In theory it sounds too bizarre to work effectively - a group of sportsmen are transported all over the world to remote locations to take part in a series of sporting' contests with the locals.

So far we've seen them stick fighting, wrestling in purple nappies, running up mountains and even playing cricket with menaces.

Last night our intrepid adventurers headed off to Papua New Guinea to compete in a tribal canoe race.

Imagine the annual Oxford-Cambridge event in a crocodile-infested Thames where the contestants are allowed to attack each other and you get the idea.

Unless you've watched Last Man Standing it's difficult to classify it. Part extreme travelogue, part reality programme and with a touch of Superstars thrown in, it's an unusual blend.

I like Brad the tattooed American strongman who talks like a motivational speaker and is forever focused.

Quite what the various tribes have made of seeing a TV crew descend on them with a mad bunch of sportsman willing to take them on at their own games is unclear but it will be a shame when we reach the conclusion next week.