Some of us would go to any extreme to escape Leicester - so it's little wonder that Bex, Sheryl, Chantal, Glenn, Joel and Boppa jumped in a Winnebago to travel across America.

Given their mission was to party from LA to New York in Around the World in 80 Raves (Channel 4), their enthusiasm seems even more understandable. Leicester or Los Angeles? Hmm . . . This travelogue is typical of the programmes in the post-pub slot, designed for those too scared to go out larging it with da kids on a Friday night, but in the market for vicarious thrills.

Yet it isn't as trashy as you might think. That isn't to say it isn't trashy - it is. Even before the titles are through, we have glimpses of naked breasts and bottoms, and much footage of kissing and licking. By the end of the show, someone has (deliberately) set fire to his penis, sex toys have been brandished and a dominatrix has told Boppa: "I'm your mommy now." Wish You Were Here this ain't (though I can see Mary Nightingale in a PVC basque. But that's another story).

The gang of boys (odd facial hair and skinny legs) and girls (unruly hair and piercings) start off at San Diego University, which is, apparently, "the most hedonistic university in America". While waiting on an application from Jenna Bush, SDU students amuse themselves by getting drunk in car parks and having lots of sex. The two are most definitely connected as gormless frat boys and perky sorority girls cavort like there is no tomorrow.

While the programme-makers seem obsessed with someone from Leicester having sex, the sextet don't look that bothered. With one local declaring, "I've got a little thing for Bex," you can't really blame them. And there you were thinking everything was bigger in America.

After discovering that no man in the US - bar Burt Reynolds, Robin Williams and Nicolas Cage - has any body hair, it was off to San Francisco. Glenn was frightened by the Castro, Joel enthused about punk and the girls giggled a lot. And all this before they got to the sex club.

Around the World in 80 Raves isn't a bad example of its ilk. That it could be better - if the ravers were even slightly more interesting than these dullards - probably doesn't bother programme-makers Rapido or its target audience. Beer goggles cover a multitude of sins.