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Indeed. I was a Dennis Potter man, myself. I haven't watched (and won't watch) Brimstone and Treacle, or Black Eyes, but the rest is magical. The end of Cold Lazarus found me with something in my eye. The Singing Detective is, to me, absolute perfection, even if the bit when Marlow recollects...

Cathy come home? This is when TV opened the eyes of people who, cocooned in their silo, had no idea what life was like for others. That was most of us.