Probably the very first sitcom I remember was 'Are You Being Served?' Not only did the humour go completely over my head, but I couldn't understand why my mum loved watching these boring people working in a boring place talking about boring things.
Nowadays of course, I think it's great!
Rodney Bewes R.I.P.
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Re: Rodney Bewes R.I.P.
Yes, I remember feeling the same about George and Mildred and The Good Life and Robin's Nest etc. The humour all went over my head. I watched them in a sort of bemused daze, I think!
'Oh voice of Spring of Youth
hearts mad delight,
Sing on, sing on, and when the sun is gone
I'll warm me with your echoes
through the night.'
(E. Blyton, Sunday Times, 1951)
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hearts mad delight,
Sing on, sing on, and when the sun is gone
I'll warm me with your echoes
through the night.'
(E. Blyton, Sunday Times, 1951)
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Re: Rodney Bewes R.I.P.
My point was that it is irrelevant how old you were. It's like when asked a question on, say, Elvis Presley, the contestant says, "Oh, I wasn't born when he was alive!" With TV repeats, Laurel & Hardy were being screened well into the 60s. I wasn't alive when they were originally filmed/shown.Rob Houghton wrote:I loved watching Laurel and Hardy on TV. I'm not sure what the point you're making is?
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Re: Rodney Bewes R.I.P.
BUT I was simply saying 'The first sit com I remember...' Not the earliest sit-com I've ever watched - but the first one I remember watching as a child... I thought we were just discussing the first sit-com we remembered watching?
'Oh voice of Spring of Youth
hearts mad delight,
Sing on, sing on, and when the sun is gone
I'll warm me with your echoes
through the night.'
(E. Blyton, Sunday Times, 1951)
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hearts mad delight,
Sing on, sing on, and when the sun is gone
I'll warm me with your echoes
through the night.'
(E. Blyton, Sunday Times, 1951)
Society Member