The other two are James Corden & Matthew Horne, a low rent tribute act milking their 5 minutes of fame for all its worth, to the extent of ripping off "Shaun of the Dead" with their imaginative Lesbian Vampire flick.
Following on from Mitchell & Webb's example in 2007, they're absolutely bloody everywhere at the moment, spreading their brand of not-very-funny comedy every time you turn on the TV.
Please take a leaf out of M&W's book and retreat gracefully (or at least quickly) from the public eye for a bit - just because Simon Pegg and Nick Frost managed to follow up Spaced with Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz etc doesn't mean it automatically follows that everyone with a marginally successful comedy show is going to be the 21st century equivalent of Morecambe and Wise. That requires more than luck and constant over-exposure. I didn't start off disliking Corden & Horne - I even watched "30 things to do before you're 30" or whatever it was called, but they actually seem to believe they're the saviours of British comedy at the moment.
It must be hard with everyone massaging your ego and I can't pretend I would probably do it any different in their position, but I plea from the safety and comfort of my insignificant soap box - give it up, get Rob Brydon and Ruth Jones (yes Corden, you're classed as co-writer of Gavin & Stacey, but adding some authentic Essex dialogue to the script doesn't qualify you as a modern day Oscar Wilde) to write you some good material and come back in a few years when we've all forgotten about you again. It's for the best.
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