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Thursday, 22 January 2015
Those were the days . . .
Talk of student life with our seventeen year old son prompted me to buy a box-set of The Young Ones for his birthday. I remember watching this episode in our vile apes-student house-share in Streatham with its features of dry rot, loo that froze in winter and unspeakably filthy kitchen.
This extract captures the brilliant mix of slapstick, absurdity and over-exaggerated (not much though . . .) characters of the series.
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