THE SMELL of a Friday night. John Birt’s idea of a weekend curtain-raiser and RICHARD O’SULLIVAN’s idea for a pension plan, this was superlative sitcommage and no fooling. Rich works as a none-more-80s advertising executive in none-more-80s named firm Eyecatchers (replete with huge eye logo) struggling in none-more-80s way to bring up daughter single-handedly after the premature death of his missus. Only the likes of dippy mate TIM BROOKE-TAYLOR and crotchety mother-in-law JOAN SANDERSON kept throwing a none-more-80s spanner in the works. Sublime signature tune had Peter Skellern crooning wistfully (“Sometimes it seems/she shatters my dreams…”) over plucked strings and slap bass.