I remember those days. Men in lime green flares and powder blue jackets, the women with beehive hairdos in paisley patterned blouses, mini skirts and cream boots. They were buying up Angel Delights, Spam (for fritters?), Vesta curries, Cornettos, Arctic rolls and Pot Noodles and, of course, chicken Kievs. And who can forget pickled onion Monster Munch?
Then there were the "dinner parties" with prawn cocktails, plenty of Liebfraumilch or Black Tower to wash down the Kievs, and a relaxing Bailey's with a few After Eights to finish things off.
How things have changed, but not really for the better. Now people shop in their jim-jams for ready meals, 'ping' cuisine or cook-in sauces because they can't cook or they order in a pizza, Indian or Chinese - food not people - delivered by someone on a bike.
The only downside to the programme is that they have dug up the most annoying person in the Galaxy to help present it - Rustie Lee.
