John Byrne's telly week includes James Nesbitt's Lucky Man, Getaways, Bridget and Eamon, and Marvel's Agent Carter.

Reviewed: Lucky Man (Friday, Sky 1); Bridget & Eamon (Monday, RTÉ2); Marvel's Agent Carter (Thursday, FOX); European Football Show Live (Sunday, BT Sport Europe)

They just keep on coming. We're into February now and the new or returning shows show no sign of abating. As I was out of the country for most of last week I was catching-up on a couple of shows, including the new James Nesbitt vehicle, Lucky Man (Friday, Sky 1).

The bould Nesbo's clocked-up a lot of televisual miles over the years, but for me his greatest performances were in the quite harrowing 2014 BBC drama series The Missing, where he played alongside Frances O'Connor as Tony and Emily Hughes, the parents of a boy missing in France.

He's due to revive his Cold Feet character Adam Williams, but before that there's yet another show from Marvel, Lucky Man. Nesbitt plays DI Harry Clayton, a London-based copper who's gambling has him on the verge of major trouble. Until Lady Luck literally pays him a visit.

His one-night stand with a mysterious biker woman sees him wake up the next day with a strange bracelet on his wrist, which appears to confer on him a limitless supply of good fortune. But it comes at a serious cost to others.

Dafter than a day out with Basil Brush, I thought this show would have me quickly reaching for the remote, but it's compulsive viewing so far. Two episodes in, there's been a considerable death toll and enough intrigue and mystery to keep anyone in good company for an hour.

If you haven't seen it so far, there's a catch-up facility on Sky. You could do a lot worse.

Turning a short sketch series into a full-length sitcom is a dangerous activity, but it's a brave step that's been taken by the gang behind Bridget & Eamon (Monday, RTÉ2), which started life as a slot on Republic of Telly. You'd have to credit such willingness to take the plunge.

Going by last Monday's opener, it should work for them. Granted, comedy - as I've often said - is a hugely subjective subject, but the episode played to the strengths of the central duo, and the basic tenet that the past is hilarious because they did things differently back then.

As well as playing on the mundanities of Irish life in 1980s' Ireland - two-channel land, omnipresent priests, loads of kids, constant smoking are all there - as the unhappily married eponymous couple, played by Jennifer Zamparelli and Bernard O'Shea, slog through their lives.

The first show dealt with the unexpected arrival of a box of condoms, delivered in place of Bridget's Tupperware order. And although the presence of so many rubber johnnies, which at the time were only available on prescription, sent Brigid's female visitors scattered to the four winds in fear, they soon returned to make a discreet purchase or two.

Suddenly aware that there was money to be made, Brigid and the hubby hopped over the border to get a larger stash. "It's like Children's Allowance day, every day!" says an excited Eamon, before it dawns on him that their activities might turn them into Protestants.

Like Brendan O'Carroll's Mrs Brown's Boys, it's all carried off with an inoffensively-light touch that makes Bridget & Eamon endearing. And although it's laughing up its sleeve at Ireland's past, it's done with an almost reverential tongue in its nostalgic cheek. Here's hoping they can keep it up. At least until 1990.

Another nod to the past came in the impressive shape of Marvel's Agent Carter (Thursday, FOX). Back for a second season, this Captain America spin-off stars Anglo actress Hayley Atwell as the eponymous plummy ass-kicker. She's perfect for the role of the female spy, a rarity in post-WWII USA where men wear braces and ladies know their place.

This latest run got off to lively start and a bit of a revamp as the setting shifted from New York to Los Angeles, a place where corruption was rife during the late 1940s. Atwell stands head and shoulders above everyone else on this show, but it's snappy, colourful and something of a Golden Age comic book delight. I'm amazed it's not followed Daredevil and Jessica Jones to Netflix, its more obvious home.

Finally, a nod in the direction of the European Football Show Live (Sunday, BT Sport Europe). I wish I had the time to watch this every week, just for genial host James Richardson, the guy who got all the gelato and newspapers on Channel 4's legendary Football Italia series.

Like most of BT's football coverage, this show is vastly superior to anything on Sky Sports. While Sky treat hyperbole like oxygen, BT offer expert opinion and analysis, in this case via the regular trio of Julien Laurens (Ligue 1), Raphael Honigstein (Bundesliga) and James Horncastle (Serie A), serious pundits one and all.

As well as a live game (usually from Italy, and this week it was the Derby Maddonina between Milan and Inter, which the former won 3-0), the show offers a variety of magazine segments, round-ups of the day's action and every time I sit down and watch it, I'm amazed by its quality. This is TV football coverage as it should be: informed, intelligent, and laced with humour. Superb.

John Byrne