A return to bad old habits

Back in the late 1990s, the BBC bought the full rights to Seinfeld and The Larry Sanders Show and then showed these sublime comedies on the late-night (i.e. post-Newsnight) graveyard shift in the middle of the week (i.e. a school night, both literally and figuratively).  It was scandalous but these were the bad, old days of John Birt the beancounter when quality and money were confused (e.g. a boring, lavish series of the life of Cecil Rhodes, the empire builder).
Now, they are doing it again on BBC3.  Who shows a new series at 11.45 p.m. on a Monday night?  Well, they are the bods appointed by the unlamented George Entwistle before he even became a short-lived Director-General (Tony Hall, I do not envy your in-tray).  I have a particular fondness for American Dad, by a nose the best in the Seth MacFarlane stable, but series eight is being treated very shabbily.  Maybe when the new episodes of Family Guy are temporarily exhausted they'll shift it to 10 p.m. on a Sunday (series seven of AD got a whole run in that slot), but until that point I may have to catch up with them on the off-chance when I am up late on a Friday, like one might do with rare, idiosyncratic treasures that suddenly appear on eBay.