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One of the original tv grasses, I'm amazed Zippy didn't leather him every day. And I disliked all the Tracey boys and Brains, I was on the side of the villains, they were much more interesting. Same goes with the Mysterons.
A lot of comedy from that era has aged terribly.I dislike comedy based on embarrassment, the worst example I can think of was Del-Boy Trotter. I realise I am in the minority with this one but watching it made me cringe (and reach for the remote control). Such a shame as David Jason is such a wonderful character/comedy actor.
When I was a lad, myself and the family use to watch 'Murder, She Wrote' every week religiously.
I loved the show!
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It wasn't until I was much older that I realised... Everywhere that Jessica Fletcher, the novelist, went, someone was murdered. Every single week!
She was like the angle of death! You know, if you wanted somebody knocked off, just invite her to stay over for the week.![]()
Nah, George was sound. He could be a right little cry-arse, but we were both terrified of Bungle.
Try being woken up at 4am and staring into those coal black soulless eyes as he tries to get into your bed.
George handled it his way, no grudges here.
Geoffrey knew what was going on.
Imagine the devastation if she had lived in Midsomer.When I was a lad, myself and the family use to watch 'Murder, She Wrote' every week religiously.
I loved the show!
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It wasn't until I was much older that I realised... Everywhere that Jessica Fletcher, the novelist, went, someone got murdered. Every single week!
She was like the angel of death! You know, if you wanted somebody knocked off, just invite her to stay over for the week.![]()
original bungle costume.
I reckon a vietnam vet got first dibs.
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Bungle who during the day walked around naked but put on PJ's to goto bed.
Sinister.
Nothing about him was ok. Whenever there is thunder I can hear his voice.
"Geoffrey, can we all hide under the sheets?"
I remember George saying he would sooner stand outside in a suit of armour hoping for the lightning to find him.
Rod, Jayne and Freddy rocked up and started singing. Saved us, really.
Probably the guy with his hand up their arses.
Poor Sweep, Soo called him 'sausage brain' and I found it hilarious. She was so strict, and being the only one that could talk meant she was the boss from the off. Small lessons for life.
And his mum, the moaning cow