I thought this was a brilliant series. Mind you, even when it was first broadcast, I was about 10 years outside its target demographic. It came across as a very clever spoof of children's programmes - the utterly terrifying Mr Noseybonk was exactly the sort of thing that adults could put into a show without contemplating the severe psychological trauma that it would generate. Seriously, did nobody look at Noseybonk and think, "There's something just a little bit sinister about him"? Wilf Lunn had been a genuine childhood favourite from his appearances on "Vision On"; Sylvester McCoy and David Rappaport were reassuringly odd; and everyone, but everyone, was in love with Janet Ellis. Magical stuff for a lazy teenage afternoon. Just don't let the kids watch.