Everyone loves a baddie, don’t they?

My six-year-old loves asking me, as we tune into a film, ‘is he a goodie or a baddie, Mummy?’ But, sometimes, ‘good’ and ‘bad’ are just not that polarised.

Sometimes the baddies are just so charming (Stefan Dennis, I’m looking at you, here), fabulously, sexily eccentric (exhibit A: any Bond villain) that you can’t help rooting for them. Or maybe it’s just me and my weird, life-limiting fondness for a wrong-un?

Anyhow, king of the baddies on telly this week was Richard III. Somewhat hilariously, the crooked-backed monarch, whose remains were found in a Leicester car park, was the subject of some surprisingly heated live telly coverage last Sunday.

What American viewers might have made of Channel Four rolling out the red carpet for a great, big ceremony of royalist reburial is anyone’s guess. What with scarlet-robed archbishops, achingly beautiful choir music, riders and horses clad in suits of armour (yes; armour!) and a whole cathedral stuffed full of VIPs and royalists, some crying, the whole thing felt like a feverish Dungeons and Dragons/Bill and Ted flashback. Jon Snow (not stoned this time, we think) presided over the C4 coverage with bemused excitement.

Richard III was Shakespeare’s ultimate baddie – a child-killing, venomous usurper (played by Kevin Spacey, Robert Lindsay, Kathryn Hunter and Laurence Olivier among others). Or was he a good egg? ‘Ricardians’ perched on the C4 sofa to extol the virtues of this progressive king who ruled for 777 days and, yes, might, have murdered his nephews to grab the throne but did a jolly good job for the justice system after that and, well, no one’s perfect, are they?

Cue historian David Starkey – a bloke who could start a scrap in an empty room – beamed in from York on to a giant screen to rain on everyone’s parade, a bit like the bad fairy in Sleeping Beauty. Starkey was soon harrumphing about the quality of his fellow guests (“If you will get a female novelist and a fanatic loon on the show,” he complained, to many gasps) and generally livening up what could have been a thoroughly dry and boring episode by continuing the whole bonkers, thoroughly British soap opera that is our monarchy. I can’t wait to see what happens in Richard IV.

Right, not much space to write about the wonderful gangly (and quite hot, let’s face it) goodie Louis Theroux, whose By Reason of Insanity on BBC2 was chilling, mesmerising viewing. I urge you to check this out on catch-up and tune in this Sunday night as Louis meets more mentally ill killers locked in American jails, tended by a team of dedicated specialists tasked with the life-or-death duty of helping heal their troubled minds and deciding whether the convicted criminals are ‘sane’ enough to be released.

Also, Bear Grylls this week wins the award for best buff action-hero style goody presiding over the final stages of Mission Survive.

As the team of celebs, including epically beautiful Vogue Williams and a terrifyingly competitive survivor Dame Kelly Holmes, gathered in a circle during their hellish Costa Rican adventure, the heavens opened, soaking everyone in rain. “Be careful, because that bamboo is razor-sharp,” says Bear, “I almost severed a finger on some roughly chopped bamboo, once, in Vietnam.”

This bitesize anecdote, casually dropped into his pep-talk, surely wins manliest sentence uttered on television this week. Take of this what you will, but I’ve never been so grateful not to be stuck ‘surviving’ in a jungle without a lighter or biscuits. I might just tune into ITV1 this week to admire them all from underneath a comfy duvet, safe in the knowledge I wouldn’t last five minutes unless Bear took pity and ordered me a pizza.