It always amazes us that this programme could still be responsible for so many cultural reference points, since the show itself was always diabolical. Yet strangulated cries of “I ‘ate you Butler!” can still be heard regularly (if you listen in the right places) in public and looking like ‘Olive from On The Buses’ is still a rather cutting insult in many parts – most particularly a pub where some of us used to work. And in fact, aside from some generic randiness from the one with the Stonehenge gob and the supposedly hilarious sight of a man far too old to be riding a motorbike riding a motorbike, that’s pretty much all the show consisted of. Oh, but the film’s actually better than the series. We suggest you watch it whilst clutching a goblet of brown ale just to heighten your level of participation. One of the discontinued Truman’s varieties should suffice.