…another golden opportunity to get rid of a couple of superfluous characters. Both the OldestGrundgie and the YoungestGrundgie performing a mutual dropping dead session? There was me thinking, “…c’mon Clarrie-Luv, swing the shovel just a bit higher. Right above the ear is a good place!”
…oh, and by the way hang on to that shovel Clarrie-Luv, you’ll need it when we get outside!
…Jesus, what a cop-out for a Friday cliff-hanger too! “Pass me a sherbet-lemon!” …indeed!!!
It would be fairly crap, yes, but today is Thursday, Sturmers. Well, not any more, by about 14 minutes, but the episode definitely happened on Thurs.
…er, um, …oops! …where am I? …what am I doing here? …who am I? …do I care? …damn clock must be fast! …again! 
…all this talk about Herbert Lemmings has made me want to head for the nearest cliff! (…Cliff? …who he?) …aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! …keerrsplaaaaaaaat
's a myth…
…just like the myth that TA is a well-written, realistic, every-day story of country-life in England and the every-day adventures or lack thereof of the villagers living there?
Even less accurate than that one.
So in order to make TA, the BBC puts gets a burly stagehand to push people into doing things they otherwise wouldn’t?
…not really! …just burly editors pushing wanna-be SWs into writing things they oughtn’t
Imagine the job satisfaction in that.
How does one train to be a stagehand? The ‘burly’ I can manage wivvout tuition.
“We know where yer aging muvver lives. Now, just say the lines and nobody needs to get hurt.”