It ain't what it used to be...

Oh, what happened to you,
Whatever happened to me?
What became of the people
We used to be?

For some reason I woke up this morning with the theme tune to Whatever Happened to the Likely Lads in my head, and I can't shift it. It is just repeating endlessly in the back of my head to the point of annoyance. The essence of even marginally successful BBC TV comedy shows, I suppose.

It is particularly odd since the programme was never one of my favourites - although despite the continual looping in my head right now, I always liked the theme song. Maybe I am off on some unconscious nostalgia kick; if so, I'd much prefer to have Dad's Army wandering around my cranium. Or Man About the House - not because of the quality of the comedy of acting, though it had its moments, but because my febrile teenage libido fancied the hell out of Sally Thomsett.

I seem to have lost control of my own nostalgia, now.

It ain't what it used to be...

Oh, what happened to you,
Whatever happened to me?
What became of the people
We used to be?

For some reason I woke up this morning with the theme tune to Whatever Happened to the Likely Lads in my head, and I can't shift it. It is just repeating endlessly in the back of my head to the point of annoyance. The essence of even marginally successful BBC TV comedy shows, I suppose.

It is particularly odd since the programme was never one of my favourites - although despite the continual looping in my head right now, I always liked the theme song. Maybe I am off on some unconscious nostalgia kick; if so, I'd much prefer to have Dad's Army wandering around my cranium. Or Man About the House - not because of the quality of the comedy of acting, though it had its moments, but because my febrile teenage libido fancied the hell out of Sally Thomsett.

I seem to have lost control of my own nostalgia, now.