I HADN'T seen the trailers. So when during last night's channel-surfing session I happened upon The Price Is Right I assumed I was watching a re-run on UK Gold.

But slowly it began to dawn on me that this wasn't the Eighties. The man at the front wasn't Leslie Crowther, and Plinko definitely looked like it had had a facelift.

My heart soared as the penny finally dropped the best gameshow in the world... ever, was back.

Squeaky-voiced comic Joe Pasquale has been looking for a vehicle ever since he came out of the celebrity jungle last year.

And now it seems he's found himself a Rolls Royce.

Although he seems to get up a lot of people's noses, I thought he was everything a good host should be funny, warm to the contestants and not afraid of taking the mickey out of them as often as possible.

Thursday's show saw a woman wearing a sky blue cowboy hat with "Where's my Jacobs?" scrawled on the front. Will that phrase ever leave him?

And I was delighted to find that as a twenty-something playing along was actually possible having learnt the value of items such as supermarket own brand fabric conditioner and tins of tuna things, which kids just don't have a clue about.

Nowadays, TV quizzes are so serious Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?, Deal Or No Deal, The Weakest Link and Eggheads.

I don't think any of the shows of the last 10 years has touched The Price Is Right. Welcome back!