ANYONE wishing to watch Loaded (Channel 4, Monday, 10pm) on the All 4 catch up service is asked to confirm they are over 18 before proceeding. This being a new Channel 4 sitcom, they should really ask if you are cool enough. Even make you take a quick questionnaire. Do you have a beard and wear lumberjack shirts even though you are not a lumberjack? Are you happy to pay £3 for a poncey coffee? Are you at ease with pop cultural references to sexy Darth Vaders and Katy Perry? Should you fail, it’s 24/7 Homes Under the Hammer for you, matey.

Set in hipster London, Loaded is the story of four pals who create a smartphone game about cats and sell it for mega millions. With its fast-moving, slickly edited style, it was a little bit Spaced, with the multiple, home-sharing buddy characters (the hip one, the stressed one, the stoner and the posh bloke) calling to mind Entourage by way of The Young Ones. Too cool for big laughs, Loaded was more a smirk-a-long affair, but the characters are likable, the writing zippy, and now that the gang have realised everyone hates them because they are rich, it is worth calling back next week to find out what happens next. Unless I win the lottery, in which case to heck with them.

When we meet Barbara Windsor in the biopic Babs (BBC1, Sunday, 8pm), the Carry On star is definitely not living on millionaires row. Sleeping on the floor of a theatre in some washed-up seaside town, this is the pre-EastEnders Babs, the one that seemed to have left a thriving career behind her, along with many a failed relationship. Enter stage left the ghost of daddy dearest, the man she worshipped, but also held responsible for her lifelong devotion to unreliable men, to help her look back on the good and bad times. It was a neat theatrical trick by writer Tony Jordan (EastEnders), and it worked, pulling the story along like the little engine that could. Windsor was played at different stages of her life by Honor Kneafsey, Jaime Winstone and Samantha Spiro, with the latter just edging it as the best of the three at the mucky laugh and the muckier wiggle. Or at least she had edged it till the real Babs turned up to add a few saucy comments of her own. Like everyone said when the young Barbara Ann Deeks was starting out in the business, Babs had “something”. She still does.

Where Babs was a loving tribute, King Charles III (BBC2, Wednesday, 9pm) was a brutal takedown. Where to start being offended? At the opening, set at the Queen’s funeral, or when a character questions Harry’s paternity? Despite a towering performance from the late Tim Piggot-Smith as Charles, this adaptation of Mike Bartlett’s play felt dated, especially in its portrayal of Harry, and calculated to shock, and that was before the ghost of Diana turned up. Or at least it was supposed to be Diana. Sorry love, not with those ankles.

Of course there were tears in Long Lost Family: What Happened Next (ITV, Tuesday, 9pm). A producer gets keelhauled if tissue sales fail to rise in the week of transmission. Harsh, but that’s the TV business for you. This, the first of three catch-up programmes, was about siblings, with Davina McCall and Nicky Campbell on the case. For a programme dealing in happy endings, Long Lost Family does not shirk from the sometimes ugly truth about what can happen to children left to the mercy of rotten parents or an inadequate care system. Hugs and hankies all round.

You have to hand it to the writers on Casualty (BBC1, Saturday, 8.05pm). After more than 30 years it cannot be easy dreaming up new ways to injure folk every week but somehow they manage it. No matter how seemingly innocuous the object, or how safe the setting should be, you can bet something pointy is going to end up somewhere it shouldn’t and 10mg of morphine will be required.

This week, however, no one really cared about the parade of old faces from The Bill vying for sympathy because everyone was mourning the loss of Dr Cal Knight at the hands of an attacker. Cal, played by Richard Winsor, was a cad. He broke more hearts than he mended dislocated shoulders, he was reckless, and he was the bane of his sensible brother Ethan’s life. Otherwise, though, a good egg. Cal didn’t make it, alas, but you will be pleased to note that Charlie, the Galapagos tortoise of the cast, is still alive and trundling around, a giant shoulder for everyone to cry on. Perhaps that stuff in the drip bags is real.