One of my earliest and happiest memories of television is persuading my father into letting me stay up to watch this series at around 9pm on a weekday school night in 1969/70 - what convinced him was me laughing at stuff I thought was funny - before, years later, knowing how funny it really was: the delicious family triangle (whatever happened to that cute Lisa Gerritson? Windom's monologues to the camera (borrowed from Alistair Sim in the finale of School For Scoundrels; and to be borrowed by Woody Allen in Annie Hall). It's impossible to imagine a nation such as America would allow a masterpiece of entertainment, social commentary and acting on this scale to be reconciled to what you call a garbage pail; why we celebrate and enervate derivative and overrated offerings like Monty Python's Flying Circus to the highest echelons of comedy and humorous invention. Someone - and more than one person - in your country MUST hold copies of this magnificent series on ancient videotape recordings - you must release these to the world for we need that pleasing.
Review of My World and Welcome to It
