DEMENTED DOOMED toffs talking shop-cum-“happening” which knew Foucault about postmodernism and, indeed, good telly. MURRAY BOLAND was the helmsman, holding forth from within live “events” comprising (usually) scrap metal sculpting, nude body painting, student theatre (“I am death; I kill you”) and lots and lots of noise. Made no sense. Couldn’t hear a thing. Ill-advised Sunday lunchtime repeat soon pulled. Ditto the entire series.