MISTAKENLY HIT by some kind of ray thing, GUDRUN URE became a comedy Scottish granny with super powers. IAIN CUTHBERTSON was her nemesis, with the obligatory incompetent henchmen. There were some kids, too (you don’t get away that easily) and a Professor. Sunday teatime depressant. Billy Connolly-screeched title song avowed she was stronger than “Iceman”, “a bunch of fairies”, would “cause a ruckus for BA Baracus” and had “more bottle than United Dairies” – four qualities it’d be impossible to boast about today on grounds of a) taste b) decency and c) utter incomprehension.