ANNUAL INTERRUPTION to your favourite (or Live And Kicking) Saturday morning entertainment.
ANOTHER SIGHTING of a tinker on the telly (see KIZZY)
LEONARD ROSSITER and ALAN COREN, apart indefatigable, together...execrable.
A FURTHER HANDFUL of hokum from the great IRWIN ALLEN
ANOTHER ENDLESS epic for the summer holidays.
ANOTHER BBC thriller uncovering dark secrets in the Cretan underbelly
In the brave new enterprising world of 1990s British telly, deregulation-happy ITV companies gallop dizzily down the gangplank into a Europe that's...
LOVE, EXCITING and new. Come on board.
ROARING TWENTIES flapper and all-round femme fatale Lydia (MEL MARTIN) moves from man to man in this furious adaptation of the H...
WORTHY DRAMATISATION of the comings and goings of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
NOWADAYS THIS is shorthand for everything that was shit about the 1970s, but in reality there was worse to be had in...
THE gentle swish of a watercolour paintbrush, the chiming tinkle of an endlessly hummable signature tune
FORMICA AND flock wallpaper sitcommery by JACK ROSENTHAL
DAVID JASON lands his first comedy lead and hams it up enormously
ANOTHER TENANT OF THE ill-patronised unhallowed post-TV-am slot.
OUR FIRST glimpse of "Noely" in primetime
MASTERFUL FIVE-MINUTER, often trundled out in the hallowed pre-NATIONWIDE slot, featuring an ovoid eggy jewel thing out of which "things" came
A ONE-OFF and no mistake: futuristic lunar colony houses various emotionless, artificial humans grown from "prime slime" culture
GENTEEL SUNDAY morning stretchathon, with the be-leotarded Lynn in a bare studio thrusting and mulching.
NO RELATION to the above, here was some other Lynn, hailing from the Tyne-Tees weatherbeat
"YOUR WEDNESDAY night entertainment on BBC2 continues at 9pm with another helping of..."
"RICHARD DEAN ANDERSON will be in my dreams tonight!"
PROBABLY SHOWN in every school in the country at some point during the mid-80s.
NO-SHAGS-BARRED MELODRAMA of a Scots builder.
SAN FRANCISCO chief of police decides to do "things my own way" and employ the missus as sidekick.
In that blessed era that we're forced to refer to as The LateSeventiesToTheEarlyEighties, there was one disease that met all your tabloid...
IN THE words of KENNETH WILLIAMS: "It's MATTHEW KELLY isn't it?! Game for a laugh!"
ONCE MORE unto the Grade.
IMPENETRABLE MELODRAMA out of the same school as 1983's THE WATERFALL
CHIPPER CHICANERY from north of the border
JULIA MACKENSIE, playing herself, is a divorced teacher living next door to IRENE HANDL, also playing herself. Neither can leave well alone.
EARLY SHOT as cut-out cartoonery from the MR BENN mob
ANTIPODEAN ANTIQUE no doubt burnt/drowned/disintegrated long ago
ALI BONGO anchored this kids magicarama "aided and abetted" by hopeless puppet cat in a fez, Ali Cat
UNLIKELY ENTRY in the 1980s parade of home computer shows
FINEST FRENCH export since Pasteurisation.
ABOUT TIME for another crappy effort from Will H and Joe B, this time starring the eponymous ape and his short moustachioed...
TWO POST-RONNIES roustabouts for BARKER of middling spectacle (ho ho).
"THE SHIRTS to watch," boasted the endless ITV trailers.
BLUE-PETER-BEATING ITV kids' magazine
SOME HOPE.
A WELCOME re-appearance for LORD FRED HARRIS
LOUSY TEATIME tripe marshalled into mithersome existence by BERNIE WINTERS
LONGEST-RUNNING AND most imperial of all the Beeb's home computer shows
OLDE ENGLISH cobblers from another Catherine Cookson bodiceboiler
NEITHER AGE nor any number of middling Martin Clunes-based rehashes shall wither the legend of Robin Tripp
UNREMITTINGLY GRIM this-is-real-life-so-you-better-get-used-to-it strand
DAVID NIVEN. Of course.
MORE FUTURISTIC folly, this time involving space rebel types hooking up with present day kids and, well, transplanting their dying leader's mind...
"DO NOT follow me. I am going to the main airlock."
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