HOW WRONG can a title be?
WEIRD, FRANTIC Welsh sitcom set in a small radio station, taped twice - once in Welsh, once in English.
ROB "WHO?" HEYLAND starred as stupidly named "zoo vet" practicing in 1960s backwater of Britain where no-one had seen an elephant before.
PETER DAVIDSON'S first gig after getting smothered to death by Peri's breastage in DR WHO.
DEFINITIVE SMALL-SCREEN sleuthathon saddling JEREMY BRETT, for good or ill (the latter, as it turned out) with the role of a lifetime.
LOW-KEY LARKERY in pretend London nightspot the Seal Club
THE ONE that went "That's right, I'm back, and it's not a repeat" even when it was.
ONLY IN the 1980s.
FUNNY HOW anything with the word "laugh" in the title singularly fails to elicit much in the way of such reaction among...
RAMBLING AND RUMBUSTIOUS DALLAS parody set in the boardroom of a large industrial company run by John Steed.
DOCUDRAMA-ANTHOLOGY OF employment (and lack of) in Irvine New Town.
POST-AUF WIEDERSEHEN, PET angling antics of a Friday night.
DENIS LAWSON was your self-same self-obsessed local DJ with a big mouth and even bigger ego
POST-NUCLEAR APOCALYPSE drama, but then they all were then.
BLOCKBUSTING SCI-FI excursion rooted in "humaniods coming in peace - oh, no! They're lizardy Nazis with false eyes and protruding tongues and...
BETTER EFFORT, this time with PIP DONAGHY as the unseen psycho.
BRIAN DRAKE (do you see?), who is JOHN DUTTINE, finds himself playing mother hen to bunch of mildewing misfits including LORRAINE CHASE,...
"ALL RIGHT, which one of you bitches is my mother?"
TWO MIDDLE-AGED middle class middle Englanders...with mirth in mind!
PROFESSIONAL RED and sirer of luvvies LYNN REDGRAVE took centrestage in this Guardian-derived sitcom
Typically woeful attempt at pop-fest by junior C4
ABOVE AVERAGE ISLE of Wight euromance
Pretty much arse, really.
NIFTY BLACK futurocopter saga with none-more-eighties JAN MICHAEL-VINCENT as cello-playing loner maverick Stringfellow Hawke,
SHUFFLING SMALL SCREEN version of ALAN AYCKBOURN's salty ensemble drama following a mithering middle class quartet through three Christmases...
"DON'T, DON'T, DON'T give up the day job," sang Rich. Why not, asked the viewing several.