"Sweat the Small Stuff".
It's a panel show presented by some radio DJ idiot you've never heard of* and some of his radio DJ idiot mates you've never heard of* are the panel, with occasional additional idiots you've never heard of* as guests. They talk about things they're annoyed by, with the studio audience, in an off-the-cuff style which may not be entirely scripted, but is presented as if it is thanks to the various idiots' complete inability to engage with human beings or speak in a manner that doesn't suggest they're reading a sheet of paper or the autocue.
It's stilted, joyless dross and yet they've had three series of it. It's a stunning argument for not only cancelling your TV Licence, but conceiving of a terrorist plot against the BBC itself.
*If you're British and listen to a lot of really crap radio, you may have heard of these people, but frankly I'd expect to look them up in an encyclopaedia and be directed to "See Sirius Cybernetics Corporation: Marketing Division