Incidentally, this is why, unlike most people, I’ve never thrown out my DVD player. If it’s still legal to watch Little Britain then. Then again, I’m only letting him watch series one. Naturally, it’s become his very favourite show. And Little Britain, which these days no one is supposed to like, because it’s “problematic”. He must be the only nine-year-old in Britain today who struts around the house randomly blurting, “Scorchio!” and “Hi, I’m Ed Winchester!” I don’t know whether he repeats these catchphrases in the playground. Him watching The Fast Show is like me watching Dickie Henderson, or Arthur Askey, or some other long-forgotten figure of the black-and-white era. Ancient history, as far as he’s concerned. The first series was first broadcast two whole decades before he was born. I suspected that he would find them impenetrable and embarrassingly old-fashioned.īut I was wrong. Admittedly, I didn’t hold out much hope that he would like them. So recently, in desperation, I tried showing my son some of my favourite comedies from when I was young, instead. These days, however, there seem to be vanishingly few comedies that can be enjoyed by all the family. Laughing along with the grown-ups made me feel like a grown-up, too. Porridge, Cheers, Roseanne, Only Fools and Horses, Rab C Nesbitt, the glorious early series of Have I Got News for You… Since none of these shows were strictly aimed at children, I didn’t always understand the jokes. When I was a boy, I used to love watching comedy with my parents.
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