Saturday evening and the two options open to you for entertainment contain the following terrifying choices - Paddy McGuinness or Vernon Kay.
There are other decisions that may cause more nervous twitching of the nether regions, such as being blind-folded, put in a sack, in a coal bunker, in the dark and then being handed a chainsaw or a scythe and told to cut your toenails.
On balance, I'd be reaching for the chainsaw rather than for Paddy or Vernon given some of the heinous televisual terrors they have unleashed on the unsuspecting and bewildered viewing public down the years - (Splash and Your Face Sounds Familiar immediately spring to mind) - but let's not to be too hasty.
Now, the initial problem is that, to the uninitiated, they could well be the same person - both hail from in and around Bolton, both love a shiny suit, are very shouty and both have had something of hair crisis during Lockdown II - this time it's personal. The now flowing-locked Vernon looks like the lost child of Dogtanian and Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen, while Paddy's bleached blonde look has the merest hint of mid-life crisis. I'm toying with the idea.
The bigger problem is that both Vernon's Game of Talents and I Can See Your Voice hosted by McGuinness have been shoved into the schedules at more or less the same time meaning you have to 'tape' one.
This was not an option a way back then when the BBC's Saturday flagship Larry Grayson's Generation Game (other hosts were available) was up against 3-2-1 over on the 'Light' channel, which I always felt may have been rhyming slang, but we'll move on.
So, I went live with I Can See Your Voice, mainly because the dog had knocked the Sky remote down the side of the sofa and I couldn't be bothered getting up to get it, and my hopes weren't hugely high that I would be on the edge of my seat anytime soon.
The premise of the show is that through a series of clues, two contestants with the help of an all-star panel, try and guess whether someone can belt out a tune or couldn't carry one in a bucket. If you keep the good singer until the end, you pocket £10,000, if they haven't a note in their head, they take all the lovely banknotes.
And talking of keeping hold of cash, Jimmy Carr is the chief celebrity, joined each week by Alison Hammond, famous for breaking a table on Big Brother and Amanda Holden, famous for breaking Les Dennis.
We also have a guest singer, who goes on to duet with the last man/woman standing at the end and last week it was our very own Nadine Coyle of Girls Aloud fame.
The Dana for a new generation is a bit of a TV darling at the moment, although there are times when you still have to cock your head to one side and squint to be sure what she has said, a bit like the dog does when you let air out of a balloon.
Anyhow, there are six 'singers' wheeled out, going under such names as She's Got Pipes, Voice of the Ocean and Euro Star, and they are gradually whittled down but, and here's the crux of the matter, they don't sing a word until they are outed.
I know what you're thinking, sounds rubbish, but I felt the same about the Masked Singer and it was so bad it was required viewing of a Saturday.
It's no surprise that the shows' roots are the same, springing up in Korea and then taken to the USA by Ken Jeong, the one with the bad jokes on the Masked Singer, where I Can See Your Voice has been a massive hit.
"Who sounds like Pavarotti and who will drive you potty?" mused McGuinness, while we were thinking was this Elton John or just a load of Reg Dwight.
And so, we had a winner after Lip Sync battles and an interrogation.
They should get the boys on who did Sinn Fein's voices back in the day, they'd be great at this, with Nailed It, a nail technician by day, a fabulous singer by night, singing farewell to her dosh.
It's even more cruel on Game of Talents, where there are eight contestants with their own box of tricks, and with the help of two celebrities I'd never heard of, whittle out the sword swallowers from the pole dancers.
Money balls switch hands, the members of the public gathering more cash than Jimmy Carr, but by the end, only one gets the chance to go home with anything and depends on whether or not, in this case, you could identify a wrestler from four options.
I have to say the clues are certainly not to the mind-blowing standards of 3-2-1, we're talking more Connect 4 than Only Connect here, but if you're looking for something to nurse a hangover on a Sunday morning having rewound the Sky box, then it is harmless enough fun and either show will keep you out of the coal bunker on a Saturday evening.