TV Review - Last of the summer wine

Apr 16, 2017

I sat down last night with a big tall glass of fizzy pop and big bag of pick and mix full of pink shrimps and sugar skulls and white chocolate frazzles and popped in the first disc of the box set of last of summer wine (sent to me for review by the BBC) and settled down for what I thought was going to be a cracking birthday night of entertainment.

It midway through the third episode where the old tramp one had stopped sexually molesting the miserable old woman to a dubbed on laughter track and was now being convinced, yet again, to get in that bath on wheels and be thrown down a hill by the tall creepy one who smiled every time he thought of how many Japs he slaughtered in the war while the smart dressed cowardly one who kept a look on his face that betrays the horror of all his victims from the 1970’s while fidgeting in the background of every scene when I sudenly realised that this show is bloody awful.

There are something like 35 series of this dribble, in which every single episode is exactlythe same.

Some laterones have Russ Abbott in them for some reason, but that is not enough for me to stop caring about what is going on in the program.

I took the DVD  to one of those DVD-for-a-Pound shops and bought myself a copy of Keeping up Appearences, which I shall review at some point in the future.

While I was there, I had a quick mooch round the shop and opted for slightlyscratched copy of Bikini Babes 3D instead.

Much better and more to my taste.

LOTSW gets one wrinkled stocking out of six.