WHEN was the last time a British sitcom made you consistently howl with laughter?
I’ll take a punt and guess it was at some point between the 1981 arrival of Only Fools And Horses and the end of The Thick Of It in 2012, after which landmark series the red pen of woke censorship began putting a cross through everything that was genuinely funny and replacing it with material that was deemed “acceptable”.
So ruthlessly destructive and efficient has this process been since then that I now watch new sitcom offerings like BBC1’s Black Ops and genuinely can’t tell if it’s a comedy or a drama.
A grim situation that isn’t about to change with BBC2’s Covid-inspired disaster Henpocalypse! which was named for the same sort of reasons its material could be described as “dildollocks”.
Overloaded with sex toys, a five-woman hen party has just started at a lonely cottage in North Wales when a global pandemic of crab measles wipes out every man on the planet, except the girls’ stripper Drew, who, for entirely understandable reasons, is threatening to cut off his own genitals by episode three.