NOTICE HOW all these "YOU..." shows have bloody exclamation marks in.
Hawaiian dolphin research labs, complete with absent-minded professor and his lil' daughter, have adventures with headset-enhanced dolphin of title.
FARFLUNG OUTPOST of a pre-BLANK Terence of Wogan empire, wherein our host would take time out of his Sunday afternoon post-prandial repose...
NERYS HUGHES singlehandedly rids the Welsh valleys of all known diseases.
JOHN DUTTINE dons a raggedy beard and eye patch to battle rattling rubber penis-plants walking on stems.
JACK WARNER singlehandedly rids England of all known criminals.
THEY HADN'T done one for a while (see THE APHRODITE INHERITANCE), so it was high time the Beeb packed its flip-flops and...
LESSER-KNOWN FARE from the dependable ROOBARB stable
GROTESQUE GALUMPHING cartoonery
"OOH, IT'S nothing like Amis", quoth purists
ASIDE FROM that misleading moniker (in what ways were they New?), this was faultless frippery for long summer holidays off school.
SITCOM COMMANDMENT #1: never put PETER EGAN in a situation where he cannot behave like a cad.
DEEPLY IRRITATING animated aerial antipathy
UNLIKE DR WHO, was not the name of the person as well as the programme.
"MY MOTHER..." "Who's a nurse!"
TOP DRAWER CLIVE DOIG-ery combining crossword-style quizzing with patented VISION ON pissing about.
LONG-BANISHED LIVE action effort from the house of Filmation
WATCH WITH MOTHER segment similar in style to MARY, MUNGO AND MIDGE concerning self-same kid whose father ran a roadside transport cafe.
HEAD-TURNING HORROR-FI drama
SUE LAWLEY sits in a 1989 studio "reading" made-up daily news bulletins from 1939 written and recorded in 1989 but produced as...
ANOTHER PROTO-SOAP venture from a still CORONATION STREET-reeling Beeb.
FROSTIE'S SECOND coming after the Beeb axed TW3.
ROB "WHO?" HEYLAND starred as stupidly named "zoo vet" practicing in 1960s backwater of Britain where no-one had seen an elephant before.
TITANIC NAUTICAL saga which steamed through BBC1 Sunday nights for nigh on a decade.
BOB HOSKINS is an illiterate removals man
DRAMATISED DIVERSIONS of the go-ahead blokes on the then new and exciting recession-beating world of North Sea Oil rigs.
PLANS FOR a new airport in a northern province are opposed by HARRY WORTH and...his brass band.
ON THE UP was a pretty typical BBC sitcom, albeit one broadcast at the fag end of the Corporation's love for conventional...
"LARD! LOTS of lovely lard!"
THE BRITISH Film Institute's attempt to get a snapshot of What We Watch, and an absolutely stunning one at that.
ROY KINNEAR does befuddled barber.
Chaotic middle England provincial family has to depend upon solitary bedrock for survival. Could it be the ditzy housewife? Could it be,...
NORDIC SAGA with cutouts and painted backcloths in the style of IVOR THE ENGINE.
GEORDIE GRIMNESS in the form of a Catherine Cookson adaptation
SUMMER HOLIDAY fare, c. 10am weekdays.
ANOTHER BLOODY sci-fi musical (see FACE LIFT).
PRE-SWAP SHOP carry-on of precious little consequence and even fewer viewers.
RESIDENT PATIENT of the Beeb's early 70s schedules
PIDDLING TITFER scripted by the Esmonde-Larbey GOOD LIFE dream team had RICHARD BRIERS and MICHAEL GAMBON
SUPERLATIVE BRIT-FI anthology in the old TWILIGHT ZONE format
EPONYMOUS, ER, man buggers off from CAROL ROYLE (as made plain in wistful opening titles).
SUNDAY MORNING positive programming for the disabled, featuring BRIAN RIX and some odd cartoon people.
NO RELATION to your rug-cutting frug-promoting Ayshea affair, oh no.
THE ONE that went "That's right, I'm back, and it's not a repeat" even when it was.
TWO FOR the price of none!
GLORIOUS TECHNICOLOUR rematch for heroes of scratchy 60s forerunner
ONLY IN the 1980s.
NEITHER YOUR gung-ho RICHARD GREENE nonsense nor your mystical MICHAEL PRAED codswallop