“WHERE’S BLAKE?” quoth Terence of Wogan every morning on Radio 2 for years, and who could blame him? Preposterous “space opera” done on whatever was left in the sci-fi budget after DR WHO had finished, and which carried on long past the point its titular star had buggered off along with any semblance of wit and wisdom. Set in the 3rd century of the second calendar (eh?). Universe ruled by The Federation, i.e. Nazis. Renegades, i.e. plucky British types, out to prove otherwise. All ugly: Blake (GARETH THOMAS) who ran things until he pissed off; Avon (PAUL DARROW) who took over and who exercised his mean credentials by forever gazing pompously into the middle distance; Villa (bald, comedy), Gan (big), Cally (telepathic po-facery) and Jenna (dodgy crim). Later replacements were Soolin and (yes!) Tarrant. JACQUELINE PEARCE was the only good-looking one, but she was no. 1 big bastard enemy Servalan. Along for the ride: Zen, large hexagonal computer with disco lights, and Orac, nasal talking fish tank with fairy lights. Spaceship Liberator was made out of three tennis balls and some bogroll. All Terry Nation’s fault. Again.