It ran and ran, it got binned off, it was brought back for want of anything else to write about.
Here’s Paul giving his all in one of those 1970s musical spectaculars you don’t see on TV anymore, chiefly because they are 1970s musical spectaculars.
Full marks to the man for treating the thing with utmost sincerity, despite the giant cut-out legs, the bi-curious hoofing hordes and the ghastly plastered down hair.
He’s certainly nifty on his feet, though, and look out for the bit at the end where he and Linda are shown watching Macca performing, in a Harty-esque fashion.
Imagine old miserable bastard Lennon even considering something as good-natured as this.